To Divine You

No crystal sphere I need to see
where bitter memory still leads me.
Take my hand, my soul departs
your ghost will shatter my opaline heart.
No tokens to throw, no cards to deal
your passing, mere turning upon the wheel.
No need to decipher this ancient cabal
Fortuna upended, the tower will fall.
No mirror black I need to scry
to follow the strand between you and I -


..I close my eyes to divine you
(cast your bones anywhere, I can still find you)

Come, Holy Spirit

Let it come, not tickling like a feather
or like the fan of the temptress,
beckoning me to secret chambers
not like the caress of a lover,
a light touch to wake me in the pallid pink dawn
but like the wing of a dove sweeping sharp
or a rush of fire cutting through blind haze
brutish as a slash throat razor
and there is the truth spilling out
collecting in pools around my heels
clay bound and crumbling to dust
as I am -
Come, holy spirit, enlighten me