new threads in the tapestry – the Muse of muses and her shadows v (at one ment)


in atonement

(for dawnchild*)

“…when my father and mother forsake me…”

                                                -Psalms 27.10

 atonement

 

my love i am opening myself to you

 

beyond the beautiful people dreaming

of roadhouse cowboys and country divas

lust screaming through intoxicated eyes

within the dreams of drugs and cosmetics

 

to you my love i am opening myself

 

after the tympani and the applause

between the backbeat and downbeat drumming

through blasting bugles whispering to silence

before the hoots and caterwauling

 

opening myself to my love i am you

 

i am stars probing the midnight garden

the virgin seducing the unicorn

the wise fool dansing with the foolish king

you are the stag wounded in my brave heart

 

who am i my love my shining dark one

 

i am the arrow in your trembling hands

you are bethlehem beyond golgotha

the black rose within the transfigured saint

i am your beloved and you are mine

 

opening myself to you my love i am you

sacrificing yourself in atonement with me

 

myself to you i am opening my love

 

within the dreams of cosmetics and drugs

eyes screaming through intoxicating lust

for false madonnas and city slickers

hiding inside the lies they wish were true

 

my love myself to you i am opening

 

before the cheers and the encore applause

past silence fading into ecstasy

through the upbeat into the downbeat

after resolution to tranquility

 

my shining dark one who are you

 

you are the purple midnight arising

the sacred warrior fallen on his sword

the dying king denying his bastard heir

in all this and more you are as i am

 

i am opening myself to you my love

 

you are the sorrow in my praying hands

i am the rose blooming in bethlehem

your transfiguring mind is my pierced hart

you are my dawnchild and we are your da

 

opening yourself to me my love you are me

 

atonement2

 

sacrificing myself in atonement with you

 

mark christopher valentine

(september 3, 2004)

*dawnchild is my daughter and i am her ‘da of das’

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