The Spirit Knew

Pardon my love, a blazing storm, the beat of drums, the light
Of form. And drank the hope, the scope of breath, a passion
Flare, a subtle kef. For Ka to flame, the risen soul, afloat the
Ark, a purple stone. And art to gem, a sacred tress, a relic
Born—to mourn the flesh. But solemn tears, awash the sin, a
Fallen cloud, a lion's den. And light to birth, the music bled,
Beyond the life, of fear and dread. Thus the vision, a desert
Blue, adrift with love, the Spirit knew.

And heart to flame, awake the dead, remove the stone, the
Demon fled. And top the mount, a sculpted flare, the gift of
Life, a fragile hair. But symbol torch, the root of truth, a subtle
Spark, a Spirit coop. Thus the fallen, arise in flame, a book of
Tears, and prudent pain. Hence the vision, a desert blue, adrift
With love, the Spirit knew.

Ka: a spiritual life-force, a feature of the person, said to dwell deep within the body during one’s life, to withstand its death, and thus, live eternal.