The Headdress – a song
 (dedicated to Patricia)

On Calvary
was a fallen tree
His holy tale
on four rusting nails
and a drop of blood.
lost in fire and flood. 

The Holy drop sank
within the ashes of the coals
falling past Hades souls
Into the blackness of the earth
where time birthed
a sacred diamond stone
with a red heart of its own.

When will she come?
Three become one?
When will she come?
When will all be done? 

I was received as a Duhikya
on the great high ancien dry mesa
I danced a cachina for a plentiful harvest
and returned with treasure marvelous:
twenty-two pieces of lazuli
which made me cry
thirteen pieces of malachite.
Be strong in Her sight.

When will she come?
Three become one?
When will she come?
When will all be done? 

Beside a pool, in which Excalibur was wrested, runs a jetty.
And the spin of the whoosh forms a hole, so pretty
and in that hole is a nectar, a power aphrodisiacal.
Each came to fill that hole:  a whale, a lion and a jackal.

When will she come?
Three become one?
When will she come?
When will all be done?

Spun in music and glowing with moonbeams,
I sparingly assemble the blues and greens
I weave a circular, chromatic scale
using silver light and moonbeam nails
With deep devotion, I place the diamond with blood center
atop the drop
between the brows. 

I bathe it in the Celtic pool of semen for one thousand and one days.
And now I protect it from the sun’s harsh rays.
I wait for the Goddess to summon. 
When will she come?

When will she come?
Three become one?
When will she come?
When will all be done?

I have traveled far.
forgetting to surrender
I drift in to the wishes of my own
so I remain alone.

I would never consider
adorning myself with the crown,
I keep my eyes turned down. 

I cling to the hope I wove,
the gift of her love.

 Sometimes I look up
touch my lips to her cup
Does she not realize
I offer her this prize?

When will she come?
Three become one?
When will she come?
When will all be done?

(c) 2003 Mark Morris