Thursday, June 01, 2006

sonnet to mary

i feel as though i know how to write a sonnet
when i feel you through me to th' bone
there is no core there, in actu-ality,
just a sense that i've known you there

in a place that i have known eternally
now if only i can remember
how to see through to those dark places
that are deepest inside of me

but i know somehow you are there
lighting me up from within
and this light guides my way along
in a thousand diverging directions

oh, shall i meet the high priestess
or the hanged man on his tree?
i will know the serpent from the tree's seed
only one is truly me

you are my shadow, and yet
you are my light
my soul for all eternity
my angel by and by


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