Abyssal Plains

i sweep on distant wings

gathering precious things

the kiss of warm rain

healing blistering pain

i mortored beneath

tiles of the mundane

for fear of disdain

yet my heart beats

with a warrior’s refrain

for i am trained to the tune

of a deeper way

the sonar sweep

of depths keep

where my authentic being

makes way

~

© M.G. Iannucci 2019