Bell of Eternity

A chime was rung 

and you drew out this

box....

it was crushed red velvet, 

and it was heart-shaped and 

it gave the world space...

Would the earth goddess deny and negate

or would she trace

Her bluish finger on your nameplate 

In her dark ecstatic fashion?

Pull out tiny black drawers

holding treasures...

giving clues to the

aventuras del corazón 

dark reds, deep greens

oranges and purples

Earth goddess guide her

Where to go from here

Labyrinth Lady lift her...

Where does she now fit?

The clouds cushioned

the abrase

of matter...

against the scarred

far side of the face

brown and spring...

between the steppes that span the toothless horizon’s grin

swept with circular whisps

like a peace pipe emits...

In the westward wind

you planted kidney

beans...

little lungs of vitamins

for the children to breath

as flowers and seeds of spirited good will...

words that take root in their very being with just a tear,

amidst the dust of someday’s 

cleaning...

Armadura de amor

she hummed the tune that the

pins on the revolving cylinder

should pick and sing...

plucking the teeth of the steel comb that grazed the skin

she knew the melody

by heart

even as it lay still...

the pen ran with sanguine ink and there was no deficit

...across the continent.

The Old Ones remembered it well where their youth had

denounced their ancient ways, but still the magic laid

inherently frozen for any wise acre who dared

take the mantle, and beg the light to shine back down...

...There will always be a break in time for those who make

a revelation which will heal the world...

Sometimes it seems internal,

but the healing will unfurl,

and though it seems quite painful

like the thorn that pierced the paw,

one must extract this menace,

and allow old ice to thaw.

A chime was rung 

and you drew out this

box....

it was crushed red velvet, 

and it was heart-shaped and 

it gave the world space...

Would the earth goddess deny and negate or would she trace

Her bluish finger on your nameplate 

In her dark ecstatic fashion?

©

1/13/21

Bunny &

Mavia &

Ann Villaire