Your Poetry Dot Com - Invocation

I can voyage out
from this embattled colony of though,
to where you rise always, upon a moveless tide..
always as morning..
and without sight,
in a night of bleak, black demensions,
that cannot kill the brief splendor I knew
That forked fire on my bones...

weathered flames and the like.

From these raw, sad, inarticulate ghosts,
(the stunted statuary of my life..)
..you drew me past time and time's dull tyranny
in the harbor of a glance.

I enter quietly and weeping..
a small, secret song inside my skin
to where your shadowed smile finds me out
in a place full of ordinary mortals-
reading the unfolding of my fate,
within the fine, calligraphy of your veins,
long before I knew I was alive.. pulsing,
to High Art and most singular pain.

With a rage of bones, I called your voice
and Joy came.

M.O.H.

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