I awaken
To the phantom
That is who I have become
Observe the beauty of a woman
The tortured rending of ego
As the gaze exploits under heat
From the chaos, rise
Rebuild on patterns scattered
Within the broken
In the darkness
A rosette
Neither portal
Nor beacon
A reminisce
A reminder
Of the light
Beyond darkness
I seek my centre
The source of light and being
Where darkness is not feared
But embraced with love and gratitude
For the insights it reveals
When accepted as a gift
Nature and time
Eat away
At rings
Of hidden time
The history
Kept by nature
