Voices From Long AgoA Poem by Melody Telleria
Voices from long ago, energy summoned by spirits of old. The air vibrates from wisdom possessed by intrigue and myth that once pulsed through her lands, seismic in power, she feels the magic tingling in her hands.
Adorned with the moonlight, draped with fine threads of silver and gold, precious stones of tourmaline bejewel her slender arms and wrists, moonstone glows in the hollow of her neck, a timeless display of femininity to behold.
In the distance, archaic beats rapture and electrify the starry heavens. She dances in movements fluid and prophetic, celebration of the Goddess breathing through her as she twirls and sashays in rhythm poetic, and she's weightless and ecstatic.
The heat of the fire blazing majestic in the night, invoking trancelike serenity as she closes her eyes, head thrown back, arms raised in praise, cascading hair reflecting the moon, shadow of her slender silhouette cast by the blaze as she twirls in a beautiful craze.
The rites of the earliest civilizations, societies worshipping feminine forms of God, sweet daughter of earth bestowing honor on the mother she sees in reverance and awe. Old religion dismissed, hidden away, but adorned with compassion and magic so raw.
Where has time disappeared to? Those days so long ago when you could lose yourself in harmony and pay respects to the divine. So she dances in rememberance, losing herself in whispery wind caressing, oceans, mountains, and trees create her shrine.
Shedding away confinements, she's a vision of luminescent beauty, freeing her mind of the daily static and modern jargon, the burdens trafficing her souls flow. She's a goddess, with my form and face, listening to the voices from long ago.
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Added on January 15, 2013Last Updated on January 15, 2013 AuthorMelody TelleriaCAAboutI am: a reader, quite sentimental, a carnivore, a lover of history, sad that I couldn't experience other eras, eager for travel, a lover of all things antiquated, a sucker for classic novels, hardback.. more..Writing
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