My Psychic Love (Meditation)

My psychic love, a phrenic light, a lotic tear, an omic flight.
And zenic flare, a thousand hertz, the torch of flame, a cryptic
Birth. And swamic dreams, the wings of fate, my vatic heart,
A mystic gate. And torrent seas, a squall to tame, a chant to
Voice, to heal the pain. My vision sung, aloft the waves, the
Death of soul, a cultic cave. And dellic storm, the crux of life,
A valley rich, the pith of flight. For spirit sail, the stream of
Love, the mind of Christ, a mystic flood.

My psychic love, a phrenic light, a lotic tear, an omic flight.
And beta waves, a sonic flare, a telic art, to trek the air. And
Hidden pang, amidst the soul, the roots of life, the price of
Gold. And nautic tears, to cleanse the core, an otic flame, my
Om amore. For melic chant, a portal grey, the pulse of light,
The wings of fey.