Temple Of Shadows ~ Cinnamon Memories

Shattered memories and hope

The echoes from a haunting refrain
    buried deep within the many corridors
of her heart weave their tangled, worn threads
    playing on her memories
like the delicate, frayed strings
  of a lonely violin.

Lingering whispers intricately
  seek the depths to the labyrinth
of her soul, creating a tapestry of
  wild cinnamon roots and twisted leaves.

Her wounds of torn and shattered illusions
  roar their voices in her mind
like a jungle of ethereal savagery
  that clipped her silken dreams
leaving her flying with broken wings.

        Then~

The tenderest of love came unto her
  opening her eyes with magic rays
that touched her spirit
  with its fiery fingers
opening her heart
  to the rebirth of lost dreams.

With his wings unfolded
  he beckoned her to come

            And ~
      She followed