My Omic Love

My omic love, a psychic sylph, a brilliant star, the grace of

Silk. And chants aflare, a sacred flight, the ache to soar, the

Wings of light. My heart’s aflame, a sculptured face, a

Blazing yearn, a cryptic taste. And earth to tear, the envy

Strong, the breath of hate, the will for wrong. But soul

Aflight, a yogic stream, the faith of Christ, a field to glean.

My omic love, the prose of Greece, the poise of Rome, a

Celtic feast.

My zenic love, a psychic sylph, a brilliant star, the grace of

Silk. And pain adrift, a channeled flame, a palace fair, a

Cultic chain. My prides aloof, the touch of faith, a prudent

Flare, a dellic wraith. And tear to earth, the wound of

Love, the will for peace, a mystic flood. My omic star, the

Prose of Greece, the poise of Rome, a Celtic feast.