Spirit Kiln

A welkin dream: an elfin charm: a fulgent wave: a cultic
Arm. And perish love, a sea adrift, a silent wound, a portent
Kiss. My soul to sigh, a captured love, a vibrant ache, the
Bones of blood. And owl eyes, the wise aflame, a freedom
Death, a treasured pang. For fulgent free, the flux of light,
The crux of faith, the fate of strife. But brilliant wings, an
Altar call, a pulse to rise, a pride to fall. And precious love,
A vineyard fair, a forest wide, a women’s hair.

My welkin dream, an elfin charm, a fulgent wave, a cultic
Arm. And heart aflame, a biblic scent, a tear aflight, an
Angel’s tent. My wellic soul, a ferric volt, a distant friend,
An omic vault. And spirit kiln, an ocean deep, a pier of
Flame, the pain asleep. But fulgent flux, the lux of strife,
The crux of faith, the weight of light.