Oh Sophia

Oh Sophia, the waves are fierce, an ocean storm, a psyche
Pierced. And dervish flame, aflare the cave, a ruptured soul,
A bleeding grave. My sophic tear, a heart to ache, a flight to
Whirl—the hand of fate. And triple beat, a mystic trench, a
Garden web, a spirit flinch. My current storm, a ghostly
Volt, the lux of light, a gothic bolt. And flame to heart, a
Lyon’s den, a ferric pulse, a cryptic glen. For sky to flare,
The fey of force, a spirit vault, a human course.  

Oh Sophia, the waves are fierce, an ocean storm, a psyche
Pierced. And soul to orb, a specter pleat, a thumping heart, a
Tear asleep. My lotus flame, a petal scar, a wailing lark, a
Brilliant star. And thunderbolts, affect the soul, aloft the
Spark, of phantom gold. For sky to flare, the fey of force, a
Spirit vault, a human course.