The Keeper

Spiritus Mundi

I am the keeper

of our connection

The priest of a lost temple

where sacrifices are given

upon its high altar

The confidant of river and bridge

into which fear and dread are tossed

The writer of many poems

& creator of hopes and dreams

Fear not

For I have seen

beautiful scented roses fading

into white ashes

and passions

that melt into nothingness

Fear not

there is freedom

when deep secrets are shared

and you will be held priceless

full of Joy upon mine altar

bound not by ropes

but by the simplicity

of your hearts desire

Come

Bring me your all