Crucified, vilified her faith eroded,
heeding the call of the open road .
To be pushed over the precipice
exiled from all memory, trees exploding
A mist from under the pond .

An exercise in innocence.
Sensual lips , a ***** tattoo .
An ancient haunted terrified voice .
Confessional silence, more smoke than flames .

A journey , searching ,stretching through the ages .
A stand of trees in a yellow meadow.
holding a profound message
guiding her life .

Tiny leaves sing shadows
across a sunlit Doe .

Sparks arise ashes fall
thrones and needles
****** in blood .
Someone ,
sometime
somewhere
will see her heart
and know her truths .

Perhaps in the sanctuary
of the cool dark
mountain air .