(Poem) Eternal for Mago Circle by Anne Wilkerson Allen

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Here on these pages

a fire began

with a spark of recognition.

Haven’t I tasted your words

at some communal table

set to honor the goddess?

The strings of the lyre

ripple through your voice

and resonate my core with birdsong.

Even the laughter that permeates the air

has the familiar, beloved scent

of petals and moist earth.

Your hands encircle my waist –

swirling, you lift me higher;

far beyond the promise of a rainbow.

Does my joy in seeing you

reflect a mirrored past –

a circle dance of confluence?

Navigating these rivers with you

surely must have begun on a primordial raft

with our essence intermingled….

Salvador Dali

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