Poetic Journeys – Dark Magick

 
 
In the still of the dark of the moon
after the revelry has passed on
deep, deep into the frozen fields of dreamless sleep
we, walking, silently, along the riverbed
breathing in ancient ash of woodsmoke
breathing out long-growing tears
to weave ghostly tentacles
along our path
take each others’ hand up to our heart
to pray, to kiss, to whisper
thus casting an eternal spell.

©2009 by Laurie Corzett.
Edited by Sheta Kaey.

Laurie Corzett (libramoon) publishes the visionary art ezine Emerging Visions.