the smoke curls, rising
little demons in the air
as the incense-scented potion
breathes magic through my hair
and in this silent, secret space
time all around begins to slow
and the voice of night around me
starts to sing tones deep and low
with limbs and senses numbing
I am lost to all my pain
as the space beyond confronts me
come and fill me up again.
with the taste of her flowers on my lips
and in my mind I hear the songs of far off lands
whose innumerable echoes leap and bound
to my ears, my eyes, this heaven in my hands.
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