The Soul Wails: “Nimbus”

My godly love, an angel’s face, a nimbus heart, a saintly
Grace. Indeed a drum, a mystic beat, a glimmer vague, a
Starry pleat. My godly love, a Scripture born, a Veda wind,
A curtain torn. Indeed the light, a glitter fey, a meadow
Flame, a dreamy grey. My godly love, a velvet wine, a
Subtle storm, a nimbus spine. Indeed the pain, a gelid world,
A frantic grave, a distant pearl. My godly love, a haven
Heart, a tassel light, a cryptic art. Indeed the faith, a
Cultic code, a purple prayer, a private soul. My godly love,
A painted sky, a clouded thought, a phrenic sigh. Indeed
The flame, a holy grail, an omic wave, a mystic tale.
My godly love, a melic chant, a shaman spell, a spirit brant.
And attic volts, a flaring light, a conscious ache, a cryptic life.
Indeed a tear, a tender touch, a nimbus queen, a spirit flush.