Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Divine Encounters

Threads of memories,
woven together create an image of her.
Only an image.
The full moon reflects the light of
another body.
Only reflects.
Wings embrace me,
as I move from dream to wake
Opening eyes.
Raven sounds, I repeat,
a conversation ensues.
Opening dialogue.
Words reach through
to find a way.
Only a way.
Love leaves its imprint
lingering in time.
Opening time.
Mary

2 comments:

molly said...

Mary, wow...
Your images leave me feeling raw, moved
they are beautiful and haunting...
you need to write more poetry
your really good at it.
Peace and love
Molly

A Week's Worth of Women said...

Mary,

This is beautiful.

Kappy