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Love is Superstitious

By J Ann Crowder

I am neighbor to a towering temple in the distance, molded by lime stone and desert dust
 
It has enthralled my eye
 
A Superstitious monument hiding supernatural enchantments, billowing captivating, ancient folklore from her lungs
 
Sometimes I see her ghostly existence within an Apache woman’s haunting past
 
Apache woman crys, her tears pounding lichen clay
 
They freeze into pale, black stones, becoming seers for our futures
 
Love is like these Mountains, concealing magical truths
 
Stories are eternal in these Mountains, like love is eternal in our hearts
 
Alas, love abides in stories of eternal troves
 
Like stems of flowers weaving petals; mysteries abide therein
 
Each petal is an omen riding on a wishing star
 
Love is as unknown as these Mountains
 
Yet, silently whispers our sacred yearnings
 
Such secrets unravel as serpents uncoiling beneath a firery Phoenix
 
And so love’s warmth teaches us what our minds long to touch

Love is most talked about and least understood for its mysteries. Written March 17, 2016.

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