She stirs in the wind.
She sits at my foot and we drift.
In consecrated skies, we kiss.
She is no home to me.
She is so mean to me.
Judged, on a half-steak
makes me break.
I ascend into Her calm.
She takes me as I am.
She is no savior.
And when I commune with Her,
Universes dissipate with Bright.
She teaches how to hold my sword.
And I learn how to make my word.
Spells and enchantments,
She builds these.
Perched upon treetops,
She builds me.
I stand guard of Her splendor.
And in turn, She turns me King.
(I am her fool)
I enter Her chamber,
It’s cold.
In here, my dreams whither.
And I become Her essence.
Entwined, we dance in pairs.
And I stare at Her stairway.
Wondering my turn.
Echoes of undulation.