Tuesday, November 10, 2009


Here in my hand

a map of heaven

faint symbols traced by long ago magi


edges shorn

yet my eyes understand


I know how to read the stars

secrets pressed like a lovers rose in Time between earthly pages

imprinted deeply

for only passion and trace memory survive the river Lethe

and the written word

a sages wisdom

hidden in plain sight

truncate the alchemist’s dream

and lead this life

dancing with the gods

beyond the realm of fear


1 comment:

Alison Reynolds said...

I love your poetry, Zoe. Very insightful, very touching!