Rare Earth Eyes

Your voice will go with me always, O Goddess Your hands drift across the face of my world like clouds Somewhere the sky pours from my eyes Into your secret horizons Like the dawn's first light across the sea

You hold my every breath within you Conjuring my trance strong with the perfume of thunder Your merest quiver shakes the Pillars of Heaven For together we are a vision of Cosmos Seeing Itself through the windows of these stained glass words

Wild with wind and fire We churn like colliding rivers, frothing with the stuff of dreams My soul but a distant memory upon your lips Deep mirrors drip from your eternal fingers Birthing infinities white hot with dancing stars And drunk with immortal wine

Thus I am your spell, cast sweet like bluest honey Flowing fiery and wild from your secret horizons Somewhere the sky pours from your eyes into my soul Thick and sticky with the flesh of lightning O Goddess, my voice will go with you Again and again and again

Morpheus

Full Moon

2/6/04