~In the brotherhood of darkness — the sacred
candle is a flame that cannot be seen, yet is the
most beautiful jewel of light~
Thru silvery mists I wandered, invoking spirits
Skyclad, spellbound in the poetry of the wind;
where shamans roam, lone and dreaming
— Serpents whispering in the wilderness of soul:
"seek you me... fall thee unto the light of darkness"
And I peered, lusting, deep into twilight-feasting
Forest spectres poured worlds upon my breath;
like plumes of incandescent shadows caressing
Rising in awakened visions and creation foretold
Covet I, the ether within — the primordial dark
Swirling in a fever of supernatural alchemy,
unto the endless sea of thyself — Lumen Naturae
Worlds braided into one when I closed my eyes
Tides of consciousness gardened rivers gleaming
Deserts of gold and ashes swept across my lips
I am but a man, save flickering tongue dreaming
Among the solace of trees I salivate and ponder,
basking in the songs of nocturnal civilizations ...
And the sanctum of Nature's wisdom implored:
"drink you the wine of constellations fabled"
O'er the peaks of mountains, I hath inscribed —
'Bejewel me ravenous unto love and death!
For I am the serpent rising and the blood of light;
A dream of stars & sky — the epitome of night
— Arthur Crow © 2012