Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The Traveler

he walked across Spain
knowing the dark Madonna

his sultry shadow loves her

agreeing about the spirit,
but fighting over his soul
..............................
since darkness thrived
in the cut-outs of his passing

they hissed at the moon

as a cat or hanging tree
from Salem of the witches
.............................
softly crossing Spain
the Madonna beside him

a deep souled angel

there above his quick shadow
she helped, she never presumed
.............................
he followed her path
until he was stopped by the ocean

falling on his knees

begging for understanding
at the ends of the earth
   under the vast Milky Way

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