Belle of the Ball

Oh such flowing light, my sapphiric passion. And jasper dreams,
Infuse the soul. For topaz eyes, flood the spirit. My aqua love,
The tulips have spoken. They utter life, prose and amber. But
Granite fears, a bleeding moon; and aster faith, a stony comet.
Thus, azotic waves, probe the heart; and beige scenes flood with
Color. My turquoise dream, ours—immortal; thus we dance the
Flame. And mica-sparks drench the soul. But bars, made of gold—
The maze, a source of panic.

Oh such flowing light, my sapphiric passion. And jasper dreams,
Infuse the soul. For purple clouds, lave the spirit. My Chantress
Love, the Scriptures have spoken. They utter flame, depth, and
Triumph. But mystic plight, a glowing sun; and fallen grace, a
Fractured heart. Thus exotic waves, frighten soul; and silent
Screams, flood the future.