Wild is your matted hair ,
like red rose bush on
stark , desolate moor ,
you whisper my
name .
☆
Dreams become
ghosts ,
a stream of conscious
crystal ,
they relinquish secrets
and we are everywhere
as one .
☆
A thousand lives ,
radiant tapestry of
centuries,
perfect in Geometry
and where Aphrodite is
enthroned .
☆
The moor stretches to
Infinity ,
lone eagle glides high above .
We commune in silence
as love transmutes to light .