Island of Ubiquity

She speaks with the blue voice of an ocean

invoking the swell of blessings unbound,

sanctified with a poise of devotion

in realms of silence that struggle for sound.

Her gown is interlaced with ash and mist

of burgeoning years and stories untold

haunted by the billows’ sinuous twist

that drips with darkness when glittered with gold.

Cast from the cradle and her mother’s knee,

she spilled from a seashell onto the sand,

bereft as a fatherless girl should be

having never known the touch of his hand.

She is a gypsy girl with twilight hair

shedding a metaphor across the sea

enticing all with her Bedouin flair

and rose hips that ripple infinitely.

She knows the wonder and ways of the night,

has danced in its echoes of silent sin

and parted the sea on wings of moonlight

to sail into the hearts of myth and men.

She kisses the night, and night tumbles in.

Motherless, fatherless, and childless be

spider stretching fate on a web within.

She is an island of ubiquity.

She is the earth, fire, water, and air

flowing from the forest to heart to sea.

Her home is all space, all time, everywhere.

Lost in her beauty, her beauty is she.

A legend is born in the loom of love.

The sun becomes moon and tears become sea.

Whispered on the wind and on wings above,

she is an island of ubiquity.

Author's Note

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

This should be available on spoken word. It flows perfectly with such softness that it is fair to say that it was a delight to read and just the feeling the words invoked in me gave me shivers and a head filled with memories of where I would like to be. Next comes the language itself used, you use the phrase whispered on the wind and wings above, which is the feeling I get from the words being whispered, to the writer as much as the reader I think.
Your words here not only capture the emotion of the words, but the life of the person spoken, from there until here, and leaves the reader imagining her future. If there was an award for making words more beautiful, you would win hands down.
ps....In case I didn't make it clear......LOVE IT :)

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you so much. Your review has left me nigh on speechless. You have definitely blessed my path.

[alifeacoustic]

You are very welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a child of Mother Nature...like a virgin birth...and yet she grows up too fast, too soon...and experiences everything and is everywhere all at once---full of beauty, but full of tears...as love is the one place she wants to be, but is unable to find herself there.

beautiful imagery...

j.