Soon I’ll veil this outer frame,
That none may pierce or sever.
Golden Silence speaks no name
Yet laughs through me forever.
She stands upon the hallowed hill,
Crowned in morning’s glory.
Mother Earth, with boundless will,
Knows the ancient story.
Praise the Flame and still the cry,
Serpents twist and falter.
Masters fall as servants lie
Each one guards his altar.
Brilliant force through shadow breaks,
Wounds are healed in burning.
Bravery the mirror shakes—
Desire, ever turning.
Soon you’ll glimpse my inner light,
Where thought and star are woven.
Toward the Sun, in purest flight,
Reflections rise—unbroken.
23.6.2025
Golden Silence
© Copyright: Серж Блэйк, 2025
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