The Fount

My sunlit dream, the heart’s aflame; a flowing fount, a fluid
Wave. And fairest love, aesthetic art, a banshee gaze, a
Panting hart. And mystic flame, such rustic flare, my seven
Tears, my gracious mare. But fated plight, a welkin dream,
A ghostly touch, a thought extreme. And blood to life, my
Hectic soul, a languid tear, a flaming scroll. Thus cryptic love,
The ache of flesh, a frantic pledge, the vow of breath. And
Light to soul, my shadowed fate, the pulse of heart, a mystic gate.

My fervent dream, the heart’s ablaze, a skyward fount, a liquid
Wave. And trepid love, a distant web, a spoiled rose, the monster’s
Ebb. And sudden sight, my gifted love, a tender reed, a cosmic
Drug. But depth the stream, a tropic storm, fraught with fear, and
Chemic form. Thus we perish, a fluttered scar, an astral flame,
A bleeding star.