a granite centre
lies inside, lashed
in place too heavy to shift,
weighing down hard
with the force of a tide
and conviction of the soul.
But something calls,
some darker foe
reaches deep in the breast,
tempting as treacle
for an entrance to this cavernous dwelling.

But rock denies passage,
freezing with compulsion
to an icy shard that cuts all illusion.
Yet this works two ways:
with that that hides within,
now confined and controlled,
contained in cold contempt.

The world stops,
one breath in taken,
the rushing spectrum floods the mind
with feelings, emotions; sensation is numb.
Overcome,
blinded, deafened
in bliss.
Hearts lighten; pain is eased
as eyes now shimmer with brimming peace,
falling to earth in joyous crystal.

For a flame has ignited,
exciting my vision,
enticing with the promise of
a hope rekindled.
The glower now smolders
melting ice to warm fuel
for the raging fire,
now burning forth for all.