Pearls & Flame

Let me falter not: my love and passion; for the sway melts the

Soul; and much the life, akin to death; and much the death,

Alert to fey. I drift the love, awake to waves; and fret the

Earth, a filter vague; indeed a love, a parted sea; and such

Was blind, a cryptic pulse; but beauty whelmed—a cultic soul,

And nevermore—the breadth of fate. We live the love, and

Thirst the fruit; and die the verse, a mystic plum; and so to

Fly, the flame of ghosts; but so the breath, a sorrow soft; and

Soul to prayer, the face of wind: a whisper light, across the

Fen; and fallin’ voice, converts the mind: the salt of earth, the

Port of time; and precious swan, a thousand pleats: the sky to

Dream: an art to feast; and torn the heart, a flowered flame: an

Ocean rose: a floret pain; and deep the curse, a need for love:

A rising soul: the pearls of blood.