My Mystic Drum

My dearest love, the spirit spoke, adrift the waves, where
Passion broke. But depth the soul, the future bleeds, fraught
With panic, and jutted weeds. Thus the vision, a desert red,
A beige mirage, where passion bled. And truth to scar, the
Rooted core, a phantom born, my deep amore. And gem to
Stone, a fractured smile, a wounded soul, a meta-trial. And
Heart to light, my instant love, the bride of Christ, my
Mystic drum.    

My dearest love, the spirit spoke, adrift the waves, where
Passion broke. But depth the flame, the future breathes, the
Gift of life, a mystic breeze. Thus the picture, a rising star,
A fantast born, to mourn the scar. And truth to heart, a
Welkin flare, aflame the soul, to burn the tare. Thus the
Vision, the Spirit’s faith, a mystic touch, a flaming wraith.