Marta Luzim’s Writing The Wave: The Vision

I dreamt
a woman
in the distance
on a lone rock
ocean calling

Come to me
Come to me

My eyes fogged
body is mists
I longed to be with her
I heard
a woman
sad, sultry voice
echoing, reaching fingers
stroking, wispy vapors

Come to me.
Come to me.

Seeking her illuminated skin
emptiness in her dark eyes
gripping paralyzed roots
tears wash my feet
my soul called

Come to me
Come to me

A vision Mother Earth
terror awakened
swim in the bloody waters
sweat claiming my wounds
drowning my bliss
my soul skin

Come to me
Come to me

Lady woman vision
waters of the night
topside world
ripping at my tongue
godless to all I see
standing before the door of eternity

Come to me
Come to me

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