Fly a Gentle Light

A candle flickers: a heart vibrates: such communion: and such

Love; and touch music, a rhythmic beat; and feel goodness, a   

Music face; and fly this life, a bride of Love: the sweetest

Fruit: a feyic tree; and talk the heart, a sky of flutes; for songs

Of love, an angel’s dance; and deep the flame, a Lion’s voice:

A bleeding Lamb: a fractured rib; and drift the clouds, a

Piercing mind: a cryptic soul, the son of God; and fall the

Earth, a tunic torn: the grief of Christ: the faith of John; and

Swim the seas, of light despair: the joys of love: the wings of

Verse; and deep the blue, a color shy; and deep the red, a

Beating flame; and sail the fen, the marsh of land: a tier of

Ghosts—beneath the soul; and trek the winds, the highest

Ground: the flight of pain: the gems of sight; and basin prayers,

The sink of fey: a morning song, the praise of heart.