Raindrop
pains, crystal melancholy, plus, an inner cauldron.
I’ve
yet to brave it fully, lost in feelings, aching sorely. I’m
off
balance, listening for an oracle, consumed by a
mood-shift. I know others, absorbed in flame, kneeling to
pace,
praising Flame. I’m indebted, plus, indebted not, for
flame
is freely windfalls. It becomes wonder, thunder soon
to
appear, only if earth rises high. There’s a crisis afoot,
aside
a triumph, touching identity. You’ve been here,
planted
in roots, a comet to soul. Groups have melded,
a
chalice has tipped, energies are running ramped. Still, rain-
drops
fountain pain, whirlwinds channel waves, where
tomorrow
is consecrated. You’ve been here, casting energies,
streaming
through souls. I sit in awe, probing allusions,
remembering
animosities. It’s light to come, a crescent
moon,
to ensoul wisdom. So much a flame, striving towards
miracles.
I tread night, felt in storms, tripping into wars.
