Capitalist myth

I meditated

The unsupported bastion

Formless

As a sparrow in the air

And high

I passed by life, unfolding,

Which could never hold me

Names, faces, places

I continued the same,

Unchanged

My spirit looked down,

Captivated

Beholding a goddess

In a form of Beauty

And spirit stirred

Deep within

Fever as an ocean

Rising falling mystery

So deeply

Becoming human,

And I suddenly,

Human

And I, suddenly besotted

Of a queen

Who could weave faerie tales

Fell in love

In a dream

A daze of mythic Beauty

A hundred horses gallop

And thunder thru my heart when-

I know now revelries

Weeping laughing dancing

And sorrow

Sorrow on the heart

Sorrow on joy

Sorrow upon the spirit

Where spirits merge

Desire

The only peace known

Is her beauty

To behold her in a gown of mystery

Myth, which never held me

Is my soul

A fever upon me

An ache

A thunderclap

A fever to revel – to love –

A riddle, a myth, a human,

Life,

A human being

In female form

And-

Love and loving woman

Tis mystery

Allowing your soul to be

Enamoured of melancholy

Sweet life is sweetest

When there’s fog

When mythic dreams

Become your souls living,

Green hilled heart

Your mind dwells on faeries

Your love goes deep as the ground goes into other realms,

And-

She smiled