The bronze spears flung into
infinity curve back upon us
now

Our time cycle bending into the
eons

We must abandon ourselves
to free ourselves
(the boundless rise of
light)

Open to the endless
incarnations
the warrior of peace
carries a broken sword

His rifle is an instrument of
salvation fired into the sacred
web of life

He is just a soldier of God
begging for redemption

She road down moutains into
the Hot dessert

Only to dream of an Athenian
Owl, while we entered
nighttime visions of
us sleeping together,
while we slept side
by side

Must have skipped some
lifetimes and bloodlines
(the magic in her veins)

She knew nothing of
the enlightened she
carried

Terrible broken goddess
sometimes I want to tell your
sister that I never loved anyone
the way I loved you

(but it's just a roaring whisper
in my poems now,

wich are a raging river of
molten gold tearing through
my soul)

*[poet smiles softly to himself,
home at last]

*narrative to the narrative {author unknown}

One day like

Wings, all 

You're LIFE will 

come back to you!!!

You will find the sky 

is not the limit

and that there never
were any walls 

You will be whatever is 

being and see the rich river 

of gold flowing 

has been carrying you 

within the kingdom 

all along