Bard of the shattering stars
Heaven was a restless mezzanine
And I was robbing daylight in a frenzy
Remembering the people that had forgotten me
Sleeping beauty on a bed of blooming thorns
The moon was wounded like me
Metamorphosis—I would burn
In the grandeur of fire
Desire was my coffin
We were dragged into acres of Heaven
By cherubim
The verdicts of mirrors was a minefield
Diamond cutting morning light
We were Wounded in the god-tomb of life
A feasting falcon’s nest
Aching autumn was no birthright
And I feared we wouldn’t arrive