Saturday, July 24, 2021

The Sacred Flame

 I still feel your hands in my hair,
The whisper of my name on your lips,
Our energy melding, dancing,
A flame upon water, always burning…
 
This love is the sacred flame and I,
I tend it faithfully, a Vestal Virgin
Biding time in white cotton, locked into
The movements, the rhythm of living my occupation
 
But I’m wandering,
I’m wandering, my love,
I’m calling out, my hair unbound,
Billowing like a comet streaking across the heavens,
 
A comet only you can see,
Breathing fire through your heart,
My soul pressed into yours,
Our energy entwined…eternity.
 
Dena L Moore
July 24, 2021

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