Eyes of the desert

Soul of a pharoah

Mysterious man

Wise as a hermit.


From taciturn glances

To timid approaches

His subtle slow movements

Then turn into dances.


Warm like the sand

Cold like dutch winter

A contrast of both

You won’t understand.


He’s noble to many

And close to a few

This guy is a gem

Too rare for this world.

The search for true love
when planets align ,
then blinded by cupids
Time serves the
Divine .
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But when angels are singing ,
the two lovers kiss ,
in a garden of tulips
where makes sacred tryst .

Sunshine could be beautiful
if it could hold more light .
And the dark of night
a velvet dream ,
when filled with sweet
delight .
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But the universe without your smile
is an empty void where
angels cry .
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Sacred love is outside of
Time ,
where heart and soul with Spirit align .

Sometimes she's here ,
sometimes she's there ,
sometimes she's high above
or radiant in mystic prayer .
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Singing to the trees
or dancing under stars ,
running through an everglade
when Venus conjunct Mars .
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She knows the path
of Truth and Light .
Her spirit guides
transcend the Night .
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The Empress heart soothes
wounded from neglect .
She is Skadi , Shakti ,
Artemis and Bastet .

Successors of Solomon, wiser than wise
Guided by motions of stars in the skies
               Restoring our powers
               Through forests and flowers
With spells on our lips and a gleam in our eyes

In a dark chasm
between thought ,
and in velvet blackness ,
I search for you in dreams .
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Shivering , lying
on cold ground
in some abandoned temple ,
seduced  by the eroticism
of Night .
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Hidden were the diverse signs ,
ghostly lanterns ,
born in times of Chaos ,
you were my star and my light .
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Now , glorious in victory ,
and amongst cherubs ,
and with sacred flame ,
we dwell in a third kingdom .
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Time bends around
our many lives ,
and with mathematical devotion
breathes a magic forest to life .
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Throughout the universe
is a shining path .
We will meet at midnight
to love , and to love
again .

Voices in the dark
like Spring-heeled Jacks ,
run down a grimy slate roof
into a filthy gutter
filled with the tears of Saint Sophia .
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Dust , dirt , insects
and the remains of dead
forget-me-nots ,
the only images left to
a diseased mind .
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They run over and over
in geometric perfection ,
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a cataclysm of holes .
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No light for his lantern ,
hope forsaken gloom ,
then run down
tormented avenues
to an empty field ,
under the moon of
Mars in September  .
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Under blood red stars ,
without truth or meaning ,
the tower of his wasted
dreams ,
and the chimeras of his
past ,
gather now around
and begin casting lots .

Carl Jung in his tower
conversing with Dragon
and the Moon Goddess
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" There are two trees
   that are one
   and they are the
   masculine
   and the feminine .
   They are
   creating a
   new dimension
   using alchemy ,
   Temperance and
   emotion . "
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Two pillars bring forth
the unexpected .
A new seeding of cycles
and transformation .
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There will be two eclipse ,
first one solar , and next
lunar .
Then the warrior sweeps
all before him .
and the Goddess moves
her hand
across the Night .