IV
The caravan song ripples over the sand
dunes and the half-spent day traces
a course under the olive grove’s
shade when the Druid priestess
replaces her refined garment
with the heavy vestment dug up from
the bowels of Erebus. A new enclave emerges
from the fear’s abysmal bottom as
the sun rays question the purpose
of a shadow and the game of the wind ceases.
The mesmerizing voice of love
ripples over the tender acacias
turning the dream’s crystal pain
into the chickadee’s heavenly song.
In the moonless night nails are forged
and the crucifix stands to accept a body.
Crucifix lovingly serenades infinity
and the martyr and this strophe ascend.
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