Saturday 17 March 2012

My Master's Twine

Dead is the loving master
Gone is her way

Lonely
Is she who remains
Mourning
Each day


The night sky has no answers for the young one who longs.  She grieves a love so deep, the ocean cannot heal her; her core is torn…


The master’s touch is gone
Her gentleness carved my body
            I ache for her comfort
                        Now but a memory

She brought peace into my heart
She understood its place
She held me in her soul
            It did not crack
                        I was safe

The master was wise with example
Even through my fears
            She kept by my side
                        Days turned into years
           
It is how she loved me that I miss most
It is what others do not understand
The measure of our bond
                                  Was a cord
                                  Entwined
                                  With mystical strands

                        The cord was broad and eternal       
                        Far into the depth it went
                        We’d collapse in this place of devotion
                                  Our entire Being
                                  Spent

When the master’s eyes no longer shut
Her soft hands released mine
I absorbed her tears with my lips
   Broke free
                                             Marked the time
                       
The depth had opened up
Taken my master and her love
The cord that kept us together
Secured us from above

I threw myself into the depth
            Following my master’s twine
            But the cord from above was unyielding
            Ripping me in time

I am only half a Being now
My master
She is Whole

Her breath sustains
In the depth
            Where she is the keeper
            Of my soul
           


I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

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