Let Shadows Depart

Let Shadows Depart

“Shadows – hold their breath.” —Emily Dickinson

The Divine Self engages them—
Yet they wobble with closed eye. 

Music’s mystery permeates their depth
And midnight ponders heavy dreams.

Bless the fog of days strung in agony
By the temptress’s needle.

The Divine Flame will sear the now
And frame the open pit of desire

Where tongues that clipped too close their matted fabric
And stalked in vain a dubious retort— 

I will never again open the seal that kept me safe
From the monstrous lie that Evil and her minions spawn.