Temple Of Shadows ~ Cinnamon Memories

Tattered memories

 

    The echoes~

from a haunting refrain

     buried deep,

within the many corridors

    of her heart

weave their tangled, worn threads

    playing on her memories

like the delicate, frayed strings

   of a lonely violin.

Lingering whispers intricately

   seek the depths to the labyrinth

of her soul, creating a tapestry 

   of wild cinnamon roots and leaves.

Her wounds of torn and shattered illusions

   roar their voices in her mind

like a jungle of ethereal savagery

   that clipped her silken dreams

leaving her flying

   with broken wings.

         Then~

the tenderest of love came unto her

   opening her eyes with magic rays 

that touched her spirit

   with its fiery fingers

opening her heart

   to the rebirth of lost dreams. 

When his wings unfolded

   he beckoned her to come

             And ~

      She followed   

     

 

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself ~Kahlil Gibran

 

LadeeAnne

Anne P Murray 2011 

 

     

 

Author's Note

Love and peace to all~Sapere Aude

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

he beckoned her to come............and she followed, how could she resist? Beautiful piece!

[Shayla Sayer]

loved the ending ladee anne! great write!

[An owl on the moon]

Beautifully haunting... there is a sense of longing.. of desires unfulfilled... Movement of wings come alive in the fragrance of wild cinnamon. So moving.

[Ruth]

I have come to feel and see so much beauty in your work love, this is elegantly an infusion for the senses! Stunning! xx