Ohhh my transcendental one,
You pick me up
Into the sun
And I am warm and free,
But if I stare 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.
And 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