Moonbeams pierce the soil
Illuminating the moist Earth pressed against my skin
Wrapped in silk and magma
Gleams of frost shaping a reverie

A fierce, fiery temple forged by a torrent of lesser souls
Stifled in futility, sodden with mud, rain and pitiful cries
Breathe in deeply the morning colors
Drink her dew from my hands
Behold her madness beneath a feathered crown
Marvel at her wonder as she becomes you

And there she rests upon the sea bitten shore
Amidst the foam and sand she writhes
Feverish and alone, her aura grows
And blossoms into vivid radiance

As the Sun quenches snow and rain dampens soil
The Leaves are trembling in the air
The gentle light strays and vanishes and returns to chasten a lesser soul