Sacrosanct Shade Poem by Candice James

SACROSANCT SHADE
© Candice James

I danced on the edge of a Tsunami wave,
Tripping, stumbling, slipping into dark cave;
Losing loose grasp on consciousness,
Spirit unwrapped in full state of undress.
Waking, baking in suffocating heat,
Head swimming in pain with aching pulse beat,
Fumbling in pocket, find a match and light it.
On the walls, stone age paintingsFear grabs me. I bite it.

From behind me hushed voices, now growing loud.
A motley crew, ancient ones, round me did crowd
They drew me into haloed aura of blue,
Then on misty cloud through the paintings we flew.
Blinded by white light we sped through the air,
When we alit all I could do was stare.
I gazed upon acres of velvet green grass;
All types of wildlife gathered en masse.

Communication was delivered by thought.
I knew their strange language without being taught
They bade me follow them through forest glade
Where elf and fawn frolicked in lush green shade.
Strange magical music permeated the air.
Feelings of joy and love were everywhere.
The sun never set.The moon always hung high.
Embracing each other in soft surreal sigh.
Everything happened now. Time did not pass;
Only this moment of sweet demi tasse.

The wine was the color of magenta grape.
I sipped as the music and dancers took shape.
A vision of beauty and sanctified sound
Filled up my mind and began to surround
Every wish I had ever layed claim to
Was conjured up and then it came true.
I noticed my body now supple and lean.
Energized, I felt like I was nineteen.
A beautiful spirit took me by the hand
And danced with my heart in this wonderland.

The sky shed raindrops of deep azure blue.
Everything shone in their sparkling dew.
I knew I was born for a moment like this
That melts the heart with the cool of a kiss.
In the blink of an eye there was born a blue lake
And it was created that I may forsake
Every blue heartache that followed me here.
It erased from my soul every pain and each tear.
On gossamer wing I flew lighter than feather
Then on the horizon, a change in the weather.

A hushed hazy whisper passed through the throng.
They gathered in gospel chanting strange song.
The air began circling in soft undulation
It grew thick and heavy with great expectation
The lake harnessed me in her Tsunami wave
And covered me gently in watery grave.

Lost in deep sleep for I know not how long,
I awoke alone.My sweet captors gone
But the dream was real sheets crumpled and wet
With the blue of lost lake I'll never forget.
Every night I search for that Tsunami wave
To carry me back to that magical cave,
To the green forest glade where elf and fawn played,
To the crystal blue lake and that sacrosanct shade.