Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


A Fluttering Wimple


Coveting lips
Painted in a flush of rouge
Camouflaged by a pair
Of immaculate eyes
Oceanic
With a tinge of hazel

As the heavenly visage
Of a goddess
Implores forgiveness
With dust on her knees
And dew drops on her eyes

As she draws water
From the well of prayer
For a baptism
For a renewal of hope
Her redemption from perdition
Embellished with a solemn pledge
Never to stray
To the lips of another mortal

As a descendent of Eve
Finds salvation
In the sanctuary of prayer
For the desecration
Of a solemn vow

Not of an earthly union
For perpetuity
But a profound marriage
To divinity

Submitted: Saturday, June 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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