MEMORIES IN OLD SILICA
Did you bathe in pools of dread,
Did you have your dreams spread
Like flowers on twilight’s disappearing bed,
With female mysteries in swirls of fear,
As unwearied yearnings swam and pulled
Deep needs, urges – self’s wish
Enveloping itself in sexual bliss;
As the soul wants to spread out to
The sea and then the universe;
To be mingled, form and content, into all,
Infinite and free, as divinity?
Poem By Tim Cloudsley
Painting “Memories In Old Silica” By Ken Palmer
