Waves

Revel my love, sound the spirit, the rays of yen, pulse and
Lyric. For lucent waves, surge aflame, the dirge of wit,
The flit of brain. And thrust ablaze, the flush of heart, a
Tacit wave, a skeptic art. And string to bone, the zone of
Rites, akin to script, the crypt of light. But dark to dusk,
The vault of sight, the bolt of force, the course of plight. And
Zest to core, the sore of flesh, the thresh of heart, a
Cultic breath.

Revel my love, sound the spirit, the rays of yen, pulse and
Lyric. For captive waves, rage aflame, the pain of wit,
The flit of flame. And glory born, the storm of light, the
Dight of form, the mourn of life. And wand to wave, the
Cave of Zen, the yen of dawn, the pulse of sin. But dark to
Dusk, the vault of sight, the bolt of force, the course of plight.