Maria Magdalena Biela
Mountain Ash - Poem by Maria Magdalena Biela
Mornings' tears refresh your eyes
Occult forces in disguise
Urns of ashes from the skies.
Name of names and One of ones
Time will call the Son of sons
Alchemy that heals and stuns.
In my dreams I pass time through
Name of names, to drink from you.
All my eyes perceive your mind
Secular with you to bind
Help me feel You, deaf and blind.
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