The Sacred Scent

This was a poetry challenge...I was given a phrase...so this is what happened.

The Sacred Scent

A perfume of confusion lingers
as my confessions sweep me into a
dark chasm.

The splendid scent of my fall
still vibrates through me
truth is obscurity's prisoner
as I roam these forgotten realms.

The presence of some frequency I desire alludes

Oblivion is fought with intention
The fire is fading
pure embers dwell deep
hesitating until
a shift in consciousness ignites

My soul feels like a clouded glass chalice
The sky spins so fast above me

I hunt for a serene whisper
where a breath of love speaks
Where two aspects become one

I hunt for merciful wings
the divine prey haunts me
and I am a tired saint with
only an enchanting scent to chase.

Kori 2012