Treble Wave

A treble wave, a lucid eye, the scope of dreams, a velvet sky.
And vessel flame, a violet spark, a volt to lift, the sullen
Heart. A distant flare, the soul to flight, a vow to love, the
Lux of light. And mystic face, a lightenin’ surge, a subtle pang,
A cultic urge. My pensive muse, a wistful tear, a holy grace,
A ferric spear. And angel bliss, a woebegone,  a fence to walk,
A bleeding dawn. Thus the heart, a fertile field, a fathom
Deep, a spirit skilled.  

A treble wave, a lucid eye, the scope of dreams, a velvet sky.
And rapture flame, a ruptured ghost, the rites of prayer, a
Mystic pulse. My fever flare, the wings of light, aflame the
Soul, adrift the night. And treble wave, a trail of volts, a
Silent vox, a passion ghost. For heart to flight, a physic
Dance, a Sufi stream, a sacred trance. 

Woebegone: a sadness that affects one’s appearance. 
 Fathom: six feet.