Descending newly upon the potent powers that are
Are stars rendering their holy hours on our souls,
And all that I have ever known or wanted to see
Is escaping my sight like moths fleeing an exploding light.
And the very remnants of grace are upon my pillow at night
And ache to be recalled like a finely-whispered fresh frenzy;
The softly-heard birds above my crown chakra are whole
Beings filled with ultimate efflorescent love at the heart.
Remind me to tell you of the song I just penned, the shards
Of faint phantoms rebuilding themselves in my mind-mold,
And all that has been in moments will now tower like lightning
Rods for the weary-teary pods of life that grow so bright.
Distance upon miles, each minute a trek in Spirit igniting;
I caught ear to heartfelt imploring that my mission was dancing
And reimagined fullness in hours among the brambles’ hold,
And I aspire to be yours in this Divine Time beyond any rampart.
