Shaft

January 11, 2010

Some wicked caves behind me.
Sifting.
Barren lakes.
Woodened souls.
Pour.
Shadows clatter.
Casting light.
On all of me.

And here now.
Gravel in knees.
At Her altar.
Ten points of light.
Skyward towards Her singing embrace.
She slowly tugs at the Acorn
From inside.
Peering.
Branches unfurling.
Leaves
Within, I feel Her.
Once again.