holy wine

blood of prophets is the wine,
in time entwined between the lines

the sacramental
soul of earth
fermented spirit
breathes at birth

upon the lips
of dervish mouths
which twirl and build
galactic fount

from the spilling grace
like grain
they cast upon the fertile plain

seeding stars
and spheric worlds
as the scroll is now unfurled

as a planet spiral winds
the beating stellar heart
inclines

the valley etched with gravity
falling feeling ever free
but following one destiny

engraved and etched
in aether's skin
the imprint of the god within.
. . .
copyright Peter Asher Watts 2011