Some dreams are sent with mythic intent
Flung from a distant Olympic height
To sow conspiracy for love’s delight
Propel the faintest glimmer into life extant
From my wild sky open temple
Built on stone cold ropes that once reached the very stars
Amidst oaken groves I wander
Wondering at the pendulum descending
From the thin black string
My fingers clutch
Realizing that this string is no more
Nor no less tangible than the invisible one
That binds our hearts
That pulls our thoughts
Across a universal void
To Elysian fields where we will find
Sweet solace in love’s embrace
And share our dreams through each pore and cell
Annointing one another with the balm of peace
Until the dream shall cease
David Trudel © 2012
oh! This is wonderful–love that wild sky open temple.
Epic – grand, vast and epic!
From the hilltop behind my place I can see the Olympic Mountains, of Washington State, which adds a little inspiration even if its half a world away from Greece. The hilltop was mythically created when two coast salish maidens used a rope to escape the star people and the coiled rope was then turned into the stone of the hill. It’s easy to think of it in terms of a sacred place, hence the wild sky open temple. I really did just get a pendulum and it is very….intriguing.