The Permeation

The Permeation

By Robert Martin. 
Spilling into the empty silence as love goes
On its wild journey into spaces unknown
It leaps over hills and valleys
Then settles into the pits of the forsaken
 
Wayward tears flood the sand of the soul
Building castles to the sanctity of love
And to the wildness that stirs the loins
As passion answers to the call of nature
 
Love is a blending of an infernal sweetness
A perfume that calls unto the slaves of love
“Hark, I come with my tentacles reaching out.”
Witches brew up a mystifying potion
And devils dance into the arms of angels
As love works its magic and brings
 The enchanted to the feet of the beloved
Riding on the wings of love possessed
 
Oh beautiful nature, I thank you for you
I have called thy name in the wilderness
I have heard the language of the birds
I have followed your streams to the end
I have hiked your trails for many years
I have reached the summit and found the sky
But parts of me still yearn
For your magic touch
That permeation that floods
And awakens the silence
That cries in the darkness of my soul

Photo by Sue Richards

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