Blazoned Angels Resting Before The Yew
Lost in the abyss of contemplation, drawn to the unknown questions containing ephemeral answers;
I lapse in watchful vigilance and fail to halt the light.
The sharp beam flows through me, piecing
the beating heart within my breast.
Impaled and held aloft in the frigid night,
the searing heat
of the ray circumnavigates the chilled blood coursing through my body.
Driven futher onto the shaft
through the convulsive writhings of the white hot energy of my soul,
I yield unquestioningly to the all
consuming warmth.
I lose myself to the ambient pleasure.
The world ruptures into a multitude of vivid
sensation
as the brilliant spike transmutes itself into enfolding arms of light.
Passion/Pain/Peace.
Elevated to a higher conciousness in this time,
tension flees weary muscles and my body collapses exhausted within
the caressing strands of light.
The gentle descent to the soft earth below lulls me into restful slumber;
a peace of the ages in which comfort is found
in the body of light..
