My Dulcet Wave/My Dulcet Love

Unbolt the flame, my oaken love: redeem the flare, my gracile
Dove. My dulcet wave, suffuse the verse, infuse the heart,
Dispel the curse. For whisk to wings, the wear of woe, where
Depth the soul, a seed to sow. And passion torn, the cross of
Flame, the flux of flare, a febrile pang. My dulcet love, the
Sound of Om, a purpose keen, a temper calm. And soul to
Light, my chic amore, an armor thick, to rip the core. But zenic
Wave, a lux aflight, a cryptic touch, a subtle strife.

Unbolt the flame, my oaken love: redeem the flare, my gracile
Dove. My dulcet wave, a mystic veil, a motion myth, a swamic
Tale. For vision fair, a psychic stream, a sacred seal, a yogis’
Dream. My dulcet love, a specter flame, a voiceless ache, a
Source of pain. But zenic wave, a lux aflight, a cryptic touch,
A subtle strife.