Photo courtesy of Erina Booker


There are no words for this, they’ve not been spoken,
For sacrality is cloistered in this scene,
With bonds that will forever be unbroken,
Protected by the subtle world’s deep dream.
Closer than a rose and its perfume,
Closer than the stars and guiding light,
Closer than a reed and airy tune,
Closer than a bird and its own flight.
Together, they’re one soul among the throng,
The Moon’s eternal orbit round the Earth,
Each to each was destined to belong,
The Master Plan thus shown in its full worth.
I saw this not with eyes, but with my heart –
The only way that Truth can so impart.

©Erina Booker

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