"If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world."

-C.S. Lewis

Monday, February 25, 2013

Becoming.



Night surrounds me, folding me into her ink-black sky.
Soft, yet unyielding, she is strewn with stars and dripping with dreams
I drink her magic and lick my lips to get every drop of her.
She whispers ancient words full of secrets which I already know;
Memories of a thousand lives that go on forever.
And I remember them, each one.
Small pieces of them, like threads torn from a tapestry, still live in me
Pulsating with my blood, strong and bold.
Wrapped into my soul, quiet and delicate.
My soul- which has loved children innumerable
And given itself to my beloved countless times-
Feels immense in the vastness of Night and I stretch across that ink-black sky,
Unraveling, no longer afraid, knowing All and Nothing,
until I am one with Night herself.

~Shannon Lovorn 2012

  image courtesy of the Pagan Radio Network

4 comments:

mermaiden said...

deep and evocative words. i hope this is just the beginning!

Cameron said...

You've created a place with words that my heart longs to find, too....beautiful....

Gypsy Moon Art Studio said...

Thank you so much for the words of encouragement, ladies. I am so glad you enjoyed my poem.

claudia quinn cashman said...

Please tell me I can purchase a reproduction if this fine fine work?

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