Like the page
Of an ancient scroll
When I read yours
Do you wonder what I know?
Follow the eclipse
The credence light
The crescent spill
The way it feels
The texture of your soul
In stark silhouette
I can hear the echos
Of your past
On my finger tips
Dimmed in flesh
Emissaries drinking light
You hold the present and the past
In your chalice palm tonight
Like the stones of
Ancient pathways
I stroll the fountain
Of your heart line
Birds are singing
Songs along the phalanx
Of your lifeline
Horses riding in the sun
Laughter thrones the drum
Forked in passionate mystique
A split between artistic need
Flowering in a garden that
Reveals itself beneath
The soil in your nails
If all else fails
Your signature is a monument
Scant of disbelief
As warm as honey
Swarms the majesty
Of bees in guitar strings
A melody you know too well
There isn’t much for me to tell
Fold your hand in mine
And walk with me
Throughout the sands of time
© GÄ
Poétique 