Lead lines
Waver on the Poet's
Face

Inspiration
Aspiration

A palace
In Space.

II

Within
This place
My Being centers
Light and pure.

A site
All Saints
Are sure

Is seeing.

A jeweled view
Inside of you

Worth freeing.

III

I should "paint"
These jewels with life
Unless you've heard
The Word in Light...

Worlds weaving
Through space
In and out of
Sight.

IV

She came to me
One night.

Her stylus body
Strung to cross
The green in fields
The blue in sky
Glorify sweet
Angel breath

Merge our Light
Filled bodies
to the One

Webbed death.

VI

Your earth turning
In the Great-Wind
Gave me mother

O my Soul.