BACK TO AVALON

    by Kathryn Maysen

6/25/03

Where beats the heart

of Camelot, sweet treasure

trove in mystery. Doth it sleep

among the ruins of my cellular

jogged memory calling me back

to the Chalice Well of my fabled thirst

for something more. Unquenched

expression aching to spill volumes,

and overflowing the surface

of my mundane nine to five. 

Sacred Droplets like hidden jewels

long buried under eons of forgetting.

Where art thou my precious

cup of Truth and sanity? Elusive remnants

galvanized to charge forth

out of the fog of my Knight

on a White Horse, to free legends

sword of truth from it’s solidified fear,

and cut a path once more to freedom

and innocence.

Spill sweet sacred Chalice

your holy pearls of wisdom

and lead me beyond life’s safety net

of civilized insanity to where

the undefended heart lives

in pure congruent elegance. Where

infinite flow expresses as a finely tuned serenade

of that silver glowing face amid endless portals

of dark and twinkling, or of a flower

unfolding it’s velveteen grace, all the while

rooted in it’s own balanced beauty.

Not least among these hidden gems left

echoing from the ruins where

a cloaked stealth moves among

standing stones weaving mystical nights, 

sleep forgotten stories of

communion with a mysterious land where

Ley lines and gallactic messengers

reveal their coded way

….back to Avalon.