Come transcendent one,
Pick me up
Into the sun
Til I am warm and free.
But let me gaze into your silver pools,
I shiver,
And chills tingle again
On skin that was asleep.
I find something deep
Within me stirs.
I've pulled myself back
From the brink of love twice,
But now
I find I'm going down,
Drowning in some forgotten sea
Of yours.
I can smell you
On the salty breeze,
The intoxicating scent
Of Hermes Trismegistis
Turning lead to golden sand.
Mmmmmmmmmmm,
Come take my hand
And walk on it with me.
-jenn
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