Stir

January 26, 2010

You speak to me
In such soft
Visions.

Slowly
Forming
Spines

Splining from the light
Here. Within.

Fire in my eyes.
I know You’re here.
Storm in my ears.

Peace.

Sacred land.
I dance on You.
Screaming. Rapture.

Ashes burned on
The corners of my bones.
Embracing

Subtle wonders.

Placing sacrifice.
Enraging demons from
Afar.