Into the Abyss

Burying the ashes of the Leviathan

into depths, I bury
the ashes of the Leviathan

burnt roots and gnarled trees
once the soul’s compass

banish to the abyss, this primordial shadow
go without, to the wilderness, butterfly

with a low, dawning sun
the mist recedes, after torrent of rains

illuminating sculptures, beneath
as doves flock, with lofty clouds

diamonds see clearly, the burning gold
awash, in that vast cerulean sea

Namasté, Leah J 🕊

© 2019 Leah J. Spence, M.Ed. Psychology writer/artist/teacher
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