Free From an Ordinary Feeling

The incandescence of innocence

clouded in inhalations of smoke;

A narrowing room, a sinking ceiling

fingertips retreating under palms

arms nearer to the heart.

The perfume of death, visions  of 

musty shores, damp catacombs --

truth tangled inside a stationary tongue,

arms ever in entreaty, in yearning.

Hear the voice of God;

feel rapture elevate sound, the hues –

glistening seas, a dream  

free from an ordinary feeling.

© 2013 Helena Malheur