Crossover


 

On wordless wings, she soars, she flies.
Bold and loud, vibrant with life.
A phoenix from fire, she alights.
She carries bright dreams and hopes.

 

To the east, she hovers, she looks and lingers.
Over temples and mosques, over lambs and ewes,
Over languishing babes and festering plagues
Her tears rain down, a cleansing drenching of drops.

 

To the west, she glides and swoops
She brushes the steeple tops and awakens the church bells
A joyful tolling, rumbles through the plains
Echoes through the hills and cities.

 

To the north and south, she skims through
The dazzling whiteness of snow
Endless, seemingly bereft of life
Abandoned yet not forlorn, immutable.

 

True north, the southern hemisphere completes you
Two voids uphold the world
She carries this secret
To illuminate the worlds of men.

 

On wordless wings
I, too, fly intoxicated…

Lifting me up from the mire
Urging me onwards to crossover

There where no words can capture
The rapture that erupts

When you leave the past behind.

Karina Lagdameo-Santillan