Sol’s the hot shot (pun intended) But she’s got beauty, understated Soft and warm and dark and deep Looking down with syncopated Beams of dancing light a-twinkle Glowing, muted, saturated. She’s a lovely little lady Hides her faces as she pleases Deals in blood and wrath and
I feel you as a wave of deepest pain And you and I crash forcefully on shores Of midnight islands; sometimes summer rain And other times the icy tide takes o’er. The heat pounds down in fire and boiling blood Touching mountains, towers, rivers full. The ice then hisses
Where goes the pain that flows in rivers full Of anguish down the mountainside of flesh Carrying the crushed and broken hulls Of ships that sailed once between the breasts? The pain, the blackest soot of washed out fires Muddies rivers deep, so much flows out. Is the water black
The light of stars is burning high above; So faint, they shimmer far beyond my reach. I cannot fathom universal love No not like this; not as I here beseech The love abiding far beyond them hear My plea for hope in darkness that persists. The void between us stretches.
It doesn’t matter now which way I take For all my paths are clear before your eyes. You know my inner thoughts and for your sake I put to death my sin. You bid me rise. And as I grow in form to be like you As each day