Sacred Burden

The yoke of eternity is pulsating

In my soul. Hear my voiceprint, my love,

For a volcano has erupted spirit—let

Us voyage forever, my love.

The zephyrs whisper softly. They speak

Of substance, and the measure of amore.

Songbirds are wailing in agony, for they feel

Our rift. It has permeated the core.

My fairest beauty—let us heal forevermore.

Let us stream through the waves, immersed

In a lovelock, swooning to the rhythm of

Our curse.

The sound of thunder is resonating within.

Where is my ladybug, my heartbeat, my sin?