votive voice

epiphany
my darling muse
you bring to me
such sweet surprise
to hear your music
these third ear whisps
spoken softly from
your third eye lips

epiphany
coyly you refuse
to return to me
to share the prize
to renew the relic
such sacred sips
have i drunk from
your precious lips

come to me
beloved muse
but who plays coy
i blame not you

so plain to see
forget the ruse
and yield to you
focus only on you

there is no me
nuclei fuse
let go of myself
and find all else

finally
you cry out clues
of what’s in store
votre petite mort

translucent fleece
herding your ewes
learning to listen
and let you glisten

epiphany
my darling muse
you bring to me
such sweet surprise
to hear your music
these third ear whisps
spoken softly from
your third eye lips

fluidly
with ink of bliss
the patient pen
writes not if but when

melodiously
in prolonged vibrato
your votive voice
calls out its rejoice

epiphany
when e’er you choose
i wait at the door
to show you more

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About Brad Werner

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One Response to votive voice

  1. rsvendsen07 says:

    This is lovely. ❤️

    Like

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