Oracle Moon's voyage

I lay out a line
and placed it in between
the last and the next thought
metaphors of my existence
is now... again, shape shifting
between spirit and dreams
I see no one is really here
except the eterne echo
of oracle moon's last breath
on earth where she lived by
inner core of her fire origin
where her stance is one and all
for thousands and millions women
all their subbing tears at sleepless nights
and the tireless prayers of love
formed a moon lit path
a crystal trail with diamond cut edge
steep fall, to beneath with all captured souls
chained by delusions of self possessed grievance
lava of pain, betrayal, lust, hurdles to underworld
each step is a trial with transparent horror
Love, is a warrior's accredit
not an fainthearted voyage
whilst the world represented you
erotic fantasies with another body
entice your senses with luscious desires
bar your move with icicles of frozen tears
where one must now keep inner eye open
to walk the twist of her dire crystal passage
I anchor my soul to my timeless divine lover
spear the passion with undiminished fire
walk through flam for a cleansed destiny
beholding her sacred Babylonian locket
enraptured with her deepest grace
walk on in given bless
an entry to the next gate