Saving Grace

So much aflame: a saving grace; and how to feel—a fated
Lie; and such was pain, the waft of tears; and such was
Hope, a shattered glass. I pause and fall; and rise the faith:
The wings of doves: a saving grace; and face to lie, a violent
Cringe: a wraith to wail: a soul to binge; and flower pain,
A growing root: a phantom vibe: a private coop; and
Running rain, a flooded dam: a pail of tears: a mystic ram.

So much aflame: a saving grace; and how to feel—a fated
Lie; and such the hurt, the loft of grief; and such the ghost,
A screeching glass. I drift and fly; and float and pace: a wall
To pass: a saving grace; and hook to heart, a silent pain: a
Parted soul: a voiceless name; and split a rose, the fount of
Love: the souls of life: a gentle shove; and feel the fen, a
Sour taste: a test of woe: a saving grace.