A new fire
I spun across linear pathways
Feverishly sweating the footfalls
As it patters inside my drenched soul
Trees at bended gracious yearning
Blessed evening star!
To view, yet to be
Among the solemn rustling of leaves
Hearing my hearts discontent
Opened in summer’s fire
I cried my last tear
For this exiled person
I once knew so well
Spread across wooden wings
Circling above my moonbeams
Rooms pulling tooth from hair
Images, always images
Wished in a city well
Spent my veins on
Twice-told visions I held
Of that dear mother I owe
As i dream on constellations
At night I had wings that drew like lions
Culminating cooler sheets
I cover myself while all is a firestorm around
And I, in my succinct image,
Drown the noise out with a calming voice
Of sea monsters I find so alluring
My teeming apocalypse of sound and sight
Believes in the man I see in ships
Streaming across in blues of darkest weather
To be
And yet live in wildest fury
