Atlantic Poem

What shall I tell you of me that you have not
yet lived within the nexus in ascension
from earth or farther deeper, in your hand
upon what I shall become, beyond your drafts?

Not a temple, but certainly fruit and core
sprouted from volcanos and full trees,
gods we have not been of waters serene
but fire, which the skin drinks, then discerns.

You shall thus be the fantasy heard
from lips that soared upon my breast,
and I shall sing nothing but your sea…

Washed ashore as seaweed of loving you
and with no distances, even godly, in between
I shall be, Atlantian, your poetry!

© 2005 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®

Dearest friends,

The last few days have been more intensely busy than it is possible to describe. From the final preparations for a surprise that soon, very soon, we will be proud and extremely happy to share with you all, to the participation of our horses – yes, we breed show-jumpers! Please check the photo in “My Articles” – in several major competitions, with many, many other activities demanding my attention in between, time certainly seems to be always running ahead of me so much, that I’ve hardly been able to catch up with it! LOL! This explains why I haven’t been more active reviewing your writings lately, although I have certainly been reading them and thinking that they definitely deserve far more than a rushed comment, which could hardly express the effect they have in my spirit, as well as the “ripples” some of them ellicit in my inspiration. While hoping that you may understand and forgive me, I also wish to thank you for your ongoing support, expressed through your appreciative comments on my own creations. In fact, I can never thank you enough, but want you to know that there is a very warm and luminous space in my heart which is always open for you all. May you all have the most wonderful weekend!

Lots and lots and lots of Love&Light*

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