THIS MORTAL COIL
Royal blue &
translucent gold do await my soon return.
I go to where there are no bones arotting.
Do not cry for me;
I am kept in the bosom of a holy dove.
Lo, these many years,
my hands have been stretched upwards.
Abundant joy &
immaculent breezes are my preferred portion.
angelic visitations steer my many night-visions.
This mortal coil is
but my chrysalis; gossamar w... Read More