They call you mystery
Arching from the void
Of limitless possibility
A face beyond time
Conscious thought or design
Your call an ancient melody
In abstract tongue
Such light falls across the sky
Luminescence from your eye
They call you alchemy
Black rose turns to red
Then white
A phoenix from the ashes, rises
With wings of pure light
And from this deep nigredo born
Regret, remembrance, delight
They say in heaven when you fell
The angels knew this very well
They call you adversary
Judge of faith and boundless awe
Rising from the chaos
Of all the choices gone before
Right hand of God or foe
Itβs all perspective here
Within the ebb and flow
Of luminescence
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
They call me lots of things…most of which are unrepeatable.
LOL! π π
Lovely. And such a beautiful image you picked as well.
Thanks!!! π π