Mystic

let me help you

to ignite that flow

from the mystic crevice

hidden

in the quivering valley

 

a deep gorge

carved

from a mesa

soft and bare

separating

two smooth ridges of ivoryextend

 

in between

a fertile forest

sleeping

only to be awakened

by the caressing breeze

 

dancing

to the rhythm

of the fingers in the wind

in gentle percussion

whispers of the waves

 

in time

oozes

a delightful flow

beckons

the creation of life