the ghost and the birds never came
such a yearning the gathering of the multitudes
of desires and passions the holy ghost concealing
a spirit with sole veiling the abstract essences of soul
seeker of outside harmonies striving for liberation
a new artistry of lexicon
priest of temporal clairvoyant temples of self
on the way to the mountain top i have seen
this enduring masonic luminous construction of light
made the journey visible with distant sea
sublimated kiss perfumed by the wind
returning to earth that sleeps in olive groves
and further down to the coast
wind-blown sand
rays of time dew-pearled radiancy
favor even its owned shadow
the horizon listened
and dressed with lights of emerald and amber clouds
helped the land slowly to arise from the sea
a bend of mind
a reflected glow
but the ghost and the birds never came
