Sanctuary

Crucified, vilified her faith eroded,

heeding the call of the open road .

To be pushed over the precipice 

exiled from all memory, trees exploding 

A mist from under the pond .

 

An exercise in innocence.

Sensual lips , a tramp tattoo .

An ancient haunted terrified voice .

Confessional silence, more smoke than flames .

 

A journey , searching ,stretching through the ages .

A stand of trees in a yellow meadow.

holding a profound message 

guiding her life .

 

Tiny leaves sing shadows 

across a sunlit Doe .

 

Sparks arise ashes fall 

thrones and needles

thrust in blood .

Someone ,

sometime

somewhere 

will see her heart

and know her truths .

 

Perhaps in the sanctuary 

of the cool dark 

mountain air .