Ishaisms, Poetry

Styx

Wish I knew what spells and charms made the spirit whole; what saint roamed the purgatory with balm for wounded souls... I'd have whispered archaic words in consciousness and in sleep, I'd have parleyed with the good man of God for some nepenthe to heal... But I sit on the rocks and wait by the… Continue reading Styx

Ishaisms, Poetry

Dervish

I danced in the desert - a dervish to your love, devotee of our dreams; suppliant hands above surrendering burdens that before were juggled to and fro. Twirling in thankfulness, like a dazzling trinket or fiery ruby, finally at peace and in awe of the miracles and wonders you showed me... How you taught me,… Continue reading Dervish