Sunday, April 29, 2018

My Holy Trinity



In raging storms
I floundered
across dark chasms
The world wallowed in darkness
Where are you, do you exist?
The cry shot through my soul
sundered the skies
The storms paused
A bright scintilla broke through the dark
She descended from the skies
Her lips rich with divine nectar
a pink kiss on the luminous moon
Eyes as bright as a doe’s
She moved with royal élan
radiated a deity’s dignity
Her mind and body
Mother Nature’s bounty
I followed her from gloom to bliss
My Muse, my Fortuna, my Venus
My own Holy Trinity


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