An Epiphany: ( August, 2022)

In August, visions
often descend upon me
Under the whispered
cadences of moon and stars,
the blood runs freely,
like summer's vital wine in
the golden age of
Time. Vivid spectacles of
soaring birds and swirling
seasons flood theatres of fear
and carnivals of
profound despair. Small, pious
congregations of
yellowed daisies form fresh chains
and start to worship
the sun by the Tree of Life.
Windfalls of apples
in gardens of enchantment
ripen and return
to seed as Time stumbles on
towards the twilight.
Yet epics of winged prayer
ascend to open,
white, azure tinted heaven.
In hallowed houses,
the raising of awareness;
of Cross and Crescent;
of the way: the Dharma wheel.
Blue-eyed visions flow
like rivers towards islands
of freedom; where chants
of exuberant flowers
echo across the world.
Nearby, within strange, ship-wrecked
psyches, a sea change
of significance. Diving
eyes perceive the glow
of blue- green worlds: where rich pearls
abound; vibrant ways
of rare, exquisite starfish,
Appear in rock pools,
Across endless powdered shores.
In solemn autumn,
fireworks still enlighten
like blazing prophets,
as rusted red leaves are falling
in shadowy realms.
In the wintry haze, feathered
snow bursts of fortune
caress those who are gifted
and blessed by angels
and gods. And yet Death's frozen
warnings anticipate
spears of ice that will
flay thin, blackened trees to bone.
Soon everything fades
into the spell of deep sleep.
In freeing springtime,
resurrections of colour;
teeming violet days,
and the sweetly singing light.
In the dew dipped dawn,
suddenly, there are flesh pink
flashes and a softening
of the hardest hearts.
Lamb- like fables graze, in the
ever freshening fields,
of verdant consciousness as
Eucharists of doves
destabilise Adam's curse.
Wordless liturgies
of leverets leap into
the air joyously.
New ways are instantly born.
Cathartic dreams will
refresh old wounds and tired bones.
The haunting will cease
When all the dark, clinging ghosts
are exorcised in
the vast cathedral of night.