Lonely in the vast hall the statue shivers
Mountains glitter around the lofty pinnacle
Rarely visited by human steps.
A solitary worshipper guards the shrine
His predatory eyes search the distance
As he invokes the goddess, silently gesturing.
Looking deep into his soul he breathes in and out
Singing love poems and following the high priestess
With bruised hungry gaze until hell freezes over.
Demons come to devour perilous thoughts
But leave the devout to his painful devices.
The miracle of adoration expressed in his pure clear voice
Reverberates off glazed walls and long tunnels
Preserving the delicate balance of a frail world:
Such the servant remains expanded in air
Dead to the world in an eternity that
Mirrors the statue in his brown eyes
From Persona Grata e non Grata
© HMH, 2012