Blood Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

I walk the corridors of her mind, centuries of stone

Silver and gold, rubies, kings and queens

Through the fields, where people still work the land

Mountains and forests, streams, lakes and rivers

Wars, cathedrals, artists, writers and painters

Ships on the sea, gothic romance, ancient dreams

Luxuriant tapestry, burgundy robes, Victorian gowns

Love is a history, touch moves through centuries

Kisses of legends, legions of swords, invasions

Send diplomats, she is a flower of history


The wind blows with Saturn's rings, mystical Venus

Byzantine stained glass, Persian candles, poetry

Mosques, minarets, tongues of the ancient sea

The east rides with spices and treasures

Moonbeams drift through my dreams in the silky night

Her land is filled with ghosts, rituals, noble birth

Streets cry and laugh with ancient songs and dance

The golden corn of fall shines in the sweet dusk

Prayers cross the distant meadows, she dreams

Blood shall mingle, for it is meant to be