BREATHING SPELL

by Nevada Kerr


I got a dispatch through the ether
In a stretch of space between
The vapors of a hasty glance
And the blue light of my screen

Cherub slang or soundless choir
The glamour has been cast
A tongue of fire ignites desire
Cosmic waves move fast

In mystic realms where muses sing
I think strange thoughts aloud
I hear the chatter of the wind
And the blustering of clouds

Before the war of words takes shape
And my lips give voice to breach
I blank out time as I wait
For the gods to break the peace


Written by © Raven Drake
June 25, 2005.

Created: May 2005 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 12/8/05