Martyn-Phelips de Burgh

Perigrinari

I glide through bright reflective doors
And feel at one with your soul.
I flit through misty valleys,
Hissing with streams and thunderous lightning,
And imbibe the mead of forestial illumination.
Re-entering the room of sensation,
Our bodies simmer with humming pleasures. Intention
Anchors me to the night and pleasant chatter
Shutters out the visions, as we settle into somnolence.

{Poem by Martyn-Phelips de Burgh}