It is ….. Time
A barefoot, lithe, solitary figure
confidently ascends the narrowing spiral wooden staircase
silently cushioned by each aged teak plank
firm mainstays of her purpose and direction
cascading maestros to her rhythm and intent
Beholden to none
impartial to every peripheral syllabus
seeking neither solace nor acclaim
emboldened by neither compass nor map
Scribe knows …..
It is ….. Time
Time ….. to once again
embrace her private domain of ….. Words
Sequestered upon this Isle of Trials
her abode, this mortal lodestar
Scribe seeks not to warn seafarers of danger
nor to provide refuge from fault
nor sanctuary for the wild
Scribe craves ….. the artistry of Script
Polished wooden stairwell behind her
She suspires deeply upon entering her lighthouse
familiar aromas of wood, ink, paper and teasingly ….. light
infuse her already heightened senses
nourishing that which she most favours ….. Imagination
Circling clockwise…..
brushing the embraced bronze chariot
as her prayer wheel
educing fond memories
of faraway Bod
Scribe whispers
her secret, intimate mantra for …..
Chenrezig
Scribe, completing her lamproom orbit
approaches her driftwood escritoire
surveys her simple tools of
Quill, Inkwell and Papyrus
allows herself to exhale her final mantra
and sets ….. to Write
It is ….. Time
A solitary erne Quill
lightweight and encouraging
A faceted diamond Inkwell
brimming with incoming tide
A pristine kelp Papyrus
blank, only to the tame
All, attend her will
All, invoke her imagination
All, willing participants to the extraordinary
Scribe smiles coyly,
immersing Quill within Inkwell
….. Enraptured …..
Inkwell envelopes Quill
….. Enthralled …..
All the while,
tides within and without
ebb and flow…..
rise and fall …..
immerse and envelope …..
It is ….. Time
Scribe brandishes Quill upon Papyrus
as her imagination caresses our mortal realm
offering glimpses ….. of what might be
‘tween Zoe and Bios
A single, perfect opaline tear
escapes from the corner of her eye
Scribe is never certain …..
A tear of joy
or
A tear of regret……
It is now ….. Scribe’s Time ….. to Write …..
Heart of a Star
Pitched curtain of infinite dark
piercings of stellar infernos
no reason, nor rhyme
save …..
A star for each heartbeat
justly mirrors …..
A heartbeat for each star
~Scribe~

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