Saturday, December 30, 2006

Black Madonna

Night wings over night tides.

A gloss and sheen

of an inner radiance

much deeper than dark.

She is the world

behind the seen

yet She is seen behind

the world.

The Black Madonna

is soaring

and Her feathered silence

will deafen all memory

of what has been.

She lifts you

into a shinning darkness

up up up

until you are

Her starry vision.

She is the Mother of Radiance.

You are taken

and before you can

laugh or cry

you have forgotten

how to be anything

but Her dark ascencion

Her bright becoming.