Shadowboxing

Mystical poem written 1-25-25. Hymn to the Divine 13.

1.
With no time to lose,
I stalk to my temple,
Prayer rope in hand,
To demand that You answer,

My tearful confessions,
Both positive and negative,
Still ache within my lungs,
As I chant the penitential psalms

The heady smoke of myrrh and mugwort,
Mixes with the scent of burning wax,
As I begin to unravel myself,
Into a silver thread to entrance You  

Prayers float like love songs,
And join with the incense to rise,
High above that hallowed altar,
A perfume fit for the gods

2.
I can’t forget the look,
In Your sorrowful eyes,
As we parted that last time,
And I found myself falling into time

You warned me then,
As You always do,
That I would regret it,
That the game would hurt

Then I found myself here,
On the Playground again,
Ready to do whatever it takes,
To get the job done

But I often find myself wondering,
Where I will find You,
Peeking out from behind,
The faces that I meet

3.
Temperamental and tortured,
I flung myself around so hard,
That it shook loose the shadow,
Of a crying little girl

On the far edge of the Desert,
She mourns her failures,
As she lays down in her grave,
Ready to sleep and dream

I met her laying there alone,
That girl with my eyes,
And a shining smile,
Like a shard of molten steel

We held hands in the dark,
And blew each other a kiss,
As the Sun went out,
And we said goodnight