Midnights Myriad Shadows Dance Past My half shut eyes
Moth floats to externals light
And it all slows down
In what appears as a life time within this her final movements and moments of ecstasy
Across oceans where waves sleep like breathing giants
I drift in a boat of absent souls
This place is between life and death, little moves or stirs only breath
I see her ahead, this creature so small yet there is a light within her
Doors to the left and to the right, what portal will she take? In this land between life and death.
Four gates swing open between the two an there is nothing...
No one is there...
Not even a silent call...
From one is a burning furnace of entrancing warmth it has a glow that warms my closed eyes
From the other there is a illuminated way with brilliance of light that reflects more than the spectrum can display
She veers left towards that warm embrace
She veers right towards a rainbow of chance
And then the light she falls into and passes
She has climbed higher than most mortal men higher and higher she transform her form now most feminine, her back is arched with silver and golden stars aglow within her skin
Reborn as The Milky Way surrounded in plush deep blue velvet a curtain of space.
On and On as if never to end -
Her small sweet memory
© Jonathan MacLean-Lambie (Forever)
This was written in 1988
I was 15
Khabs Am Pekht
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