Stand

May 17, 2013

She’s got a dirty eye
Placed in me
	She’s got a filthy spirit
	Dancing 
A dirty eye
Not far from peace
	A filthy spirit
	Pleasing
A time comes
Wrapped in strands
		Of stars
		And rapture
Her voice
	Here
Her space
	Vision
Entering upon the Sun
Joining my broken body
		Pieces and dust
		Mixed destiny
Stirred vastness
I am Her wasted soldier
	Sword in broken hand
	I tremble
Fortified
She seals me
	Forged in night
	She takes me
			Shadows breaking sand.