and I refused
I needed to manifest destiny
I was a seeker awaiting his message
the shadows know the secrets of the hawks eye
born to ravaged avenues in
a lust filled fort in Eden
lost in the hell of Revelations
where the breast of the law began
She lowered the timbre
of her voice
right to the edge of
the wind
she nurtured her prayers
over her art
she had so much hard earned
guilt to rescind
refusing to embrace
true freedom
though
lovely and rare
there is no sure footing
in the darkness of the forest
still so many questions
lost in the book of prayer
somewhere in in my journey
there is a door left ajar
an unexpected staircase
leading me to what I seek
listening for my message
in the darkness of the forest
in the dream of a flowers secret
in the stillness of broken raindrops
in the shattered book of Friday’s prayers
in the beautiful promise that was Eden
in the eye of the Hawk in the Bloodmoon
in the quiet miracle of loves embrace
yet, I refused to be born again
and I left ,
to listen to the edge of the wind