She came to me
Through a fog of confusion 
Carrying fire in her hand
Guiding me to the centre of 
the maze 
Although she held not my hand
I felt her grip upon me
The mist lingering over the dew-soaked grass
Drops like diamonds 
Glistening on the gossamer
A full moon glowing 
Pulling at my emotions, my fears… 

Each turn bringing us closer in our trust
Her velvet cloak brushing the grass 
Like a blunt scythe 
What was I seeking 
Universal secrets or answers 
To the questions I had buried
Deep in the ground of my tormented soul
Nothing seemed to matter anymore… 

The hurts, betrayals, falsehood 
My accusers now seemed so powerless 
For in a world of lies
There awaits only truth 
Yet she knew, knew my heart 
Felt my pain
She had lived forever beyond time 
Waiting for her moment 
To take this mere mortal man
Into the centre of her internal maze
Where we would caress, kiss 
In the sea of the deepest love for eternity….. 

Mark C Bolton February 2025

Art by Nesli @neslik