Of Hollowed & Hallowed

If by virtue of love

I come to hold thee close,

my darling rose,

let thy petals guide the way

back to the master of hope.

Make the wind

the charioteer of my spleen –

the silken and sweet wish

of an eternal alchemist.

If by virtue of love

we abide within the all,

my precious soul,

the forest lore

indigenous to the core

shall unveil the jewels between worlds.

Whispers and echoing tones

shall join the carnival of glamour

in its seductive call of sandalwood and dragon’s blood.