C Y R I L M A G A Z I N E™ Gypsyvelvet Poetry 1

as daphne

she sat aside the burning bush,
the butchers' broom, and waning moon
until she heard the sacred rush
of angelwing, and bore the scent
of jasmine, pouring thru the dune
omnipotent, as daphne

she sat aside an ancient stone,
the tidal crest, an eagle's nest,
until she heard the fiery tune
of siren's call and fell to blue
of nightsky, flooding thru the mood
inflourescent as daphne

and as she walked across the sea,
the roaring waves encompassed her
and as she spoke in whispered tongue,
all fell to silence, save her savior

she sat aside the circled star
the flask of old, the candled light
until she heard the chanted rhyme
of guardian, and set to rite
of epoch passed from sage to babe
enlightening as daphne

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