Chrysopoeia

Mystical poem written 5-14-24.

An errant dame,
With mind to match,
And a heart stricken through,
With broken moments,
Long left behind

Wending like the serpent,
On the wand of my Lord,
Currents of will echo,
Firefly light igniting,
The five centers of my light

At last, 
Could I array the signs,
Pronounce the Word,
Send my whispering will,
Into a place of Being?

A blessed circle,
Scented and sworn,
Filled with beloveds,
Where I will tear loose,
And be free to be bound