Spirit ancestor,
azure enigma,
never, never
relinquish your own:
murmur to me
as I sleep,
in tongues
of that vast
Homeric sphinx,
the Aegean:
horizons known
to sailors, dreamers,
flicker beneath my eyelids;
visions,
beauty's forms
without flaw or name,
materialise
as reason, wisdom;
luminous shades,
transcribe
sublime inscriptions
on the mind's dry cave...
Invocation
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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