The
Warrior
adorned
in golden armor
bearing
the soul of masculine identity
From
the round table he charts,
pondering
upward.
Falling
stars implode
like
lifetimes...
scattered
and lost.
Searching
for the Grail,
the
elusive mighty chalice.
"Drink
from me" she whispers
He
plans, he spars, he meditates
Visions
of valor
for
the Upright Warrior
bear
lone witness
to
his own absolution.
"Rise"
she gently gestures
storming
his ghosts
caught
unaware.
Blood
stained swords
devour
his demons,
yet
only time and rust
hold
solace for the slain.
"Come"
she beckons
As
mountains crumble
and
worlds divide.
Wise
is the Warrior
who
comprehends
the
Holiest of unions.
She
is silent
In
a still small voice
he
hears her heart cry
"Victory"
Sweet
as it passes
through
her lips
Yet
sweeter to gaze upon
is
her peaceful timeless
expression...
inspired
by John Haynes
Lisa
Ghariani
Dec.
2001
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