Mystic Stone

Imagine faith, a petal tear, a welted rose, Elisha’s ear. And
Fathom pain, an infant cry, a desert thirst, a fortune wry.
My feyic love, an ivy soul, a naked heart, a living scroll.
And daunted fate, an ache surreal, a phantom task, an attic
Kiln. Indeed the love, a haunted house, a prayer aflame, a
Magic pouch. My precious swan, a psalmic flare, a mystic
Pulse, a sagic air. Imagine faith, a vision fey, an altar call,
A solemn grey. Indeed the light, a garret flame, a wellic
Flight, a ghostly frame. My sophic love, a pasture fair, a
Fervent heart, an answered prayer. And hymnic tears, an
Aqua bliss, a passion burn, a jasper kiss. Imagine faith, a
A flowing love, a living pulse, a karmic dove. And diamond
Soul, a future bright, a yogic breath, a hybrid light. Indeed
The weight, an iron bone, a sullen sigh, a mystic stone.