Spirals of Time
~ Irene's Spiral ~
Sonnet Five

Smooth swimming spirals in pale blue
Whispered echos of your hands
I feel this circling full of you
Soft brushed, revolving bands

I trace the spiral between my breasts
My throat, between my eyes
Your weaving mirrors the Muse's
Crystal waters to baptize

Your swimming spiral in water starts
Then is lifted into air
By six wings of Goddess Earth
Who are waiting silent there

The fire from your candles, in triangle, comes awake
The final element is time; we spiral toward the lake


Edwina Peterson Cross