Marked

I'm sorry
I have to tell you who I really am
Who?
He has spoken to me
Who?
The One who makes me tremble
The only One I bow to

Flowers open as he walks
The deep stone rumbles his name
I was frozen in pale wonder
When his voice came

Close as my breath
And I knew it!
Older than dream memory
New as the scent of mountain laurel
And melted snow

Life and doom to the world
His mark is on me