Compassion spills and overflows
the oceans of my Soul
Each drop moving through
rivulets of prismatic depths.
A cadence of virtuosity as
fingers move in pizzicato
rhythm across ephemeral strings~
the sounds of empathetic release
Seeker of that which is
just beyond the grasp
slips like sand through
the funnel of glass measured time
And Devotion pools at the base
of sun-parched throats
that willingly endure the pain
to spare another the distress
Martyr and miracle
Saint and sacrifice
each flow in opposition
until the water clears
and the darkened path
of return is revealed
in the depths of mysterious
waters as compassion
fills my thirst-quenched
Soul.
The Magickal Pen 