In the Shadow of the Volcano

I bow at the feet
of his mighty form

	great pyramid of

fire
channelling temptation’s
thirst



that great
 
	longing in his

heart

that’s yearning to be

sated

	by a goddess of the
 
		earth

come down from the

starry sky.



	She lays in wait,

revealing

the hidden trapdoor to her
truth



	as the torrents swirl

those confused thoughts

left over from aeons

before



	’till blazing elements
reunite
in their washed-out

harmony


	we’ll circle around
to the shaman’s dance

in the trance of

our
 
	tumbled dreams.



Oh they know
 
– but not how –


they’ll come
true.