Summoning

Take me to the gate

archways dripping in lilies have forged my path

I have always been near 

wandering this ancient womb 

Though I fall in love with all I see

it fails me, for seeds ago it became a tomb

conceived beneath the structures of time

I am forewarned that there will be no return

 but my will is already blind enough 

and i have abandoned my cromlech

where once my spirit would wind away 

this path has not been before so clear 

 interwoven streams glint as they catch the light

trees standing with faces so stern

As i hear the weight of rain, 

the sky has wept to me a final time

I pass through the gate. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is a really haunting quality to this piece...
sometimes life fails us, or we feel it does...we become disillusioned and our spirit becomes so stern we lose faith...
and only regain it when we pass through that gate.

really felt this one...the heavy imagery really works.