kneeling in perfected stance
graceful back arched
chin lowered
gaze cast to the feet surrounding
submission of fates
as wrists cross above the head
the final moment before no turning back
knowledge will come with time
a single question to be answered
hangs upon the lips of the Master
release of self barriers
burnt dreams and ashes of wishes
to float upon the whispered answer
Are you ready to live again?
Yes, my Master.
falls the thread of new beginnings
loosely tired with a tender hand
a brilliant vision of life renewed
grasped from were the darkness dwelled
once again i'm bound to You
the light of my illusion
the Master of my days
the lover of my nights
the Id within my mind

~ Deana J. Lopas