Fire Sermon

I would be more grateful for reality if I had a weaker imagination. 

It was Glassed devastation crashing like light  
Let me tell you what I needed
You burning with me all Summerfire season 
They couldn't invent me in a forge 
The hills were wild 
It was desire killing me 
In the summer eves
Rushing through the rollercoaster season 
Like it was a ride 
Like I wanted to die 
And it was midsummer 
When I dreamt your head was between the trees
As that lover moon lay behind meshed leaves
You were the midnight district that I put my wisdom into 
It was a fire-sermon like God breathing and the wind maybe it was lamentations 
And I was afraid of the revelations 
Revealing my limitations 
Sibyl hanging In a jar 
I hardly grieved
when I was sinking in the summers 
You were saving the abundances for another summer in eternity 
It was a fire-sermon
Yes I heard Him
wheezing through the trees as ghost vapors
I was listening for the symphonies but it was chaos 
It was golden dawn to me
The golden shadows of a god leaving me 
Like firethreads of the apocalypse that burned
Like phoenixes in my grip and I wanted you haunting me 
Then the hauntings let me go
I was your revelation as a fire on wings 
It was fire threads of the apocalypse like a phoenix that  I ate 
Glassed devastation shattering into light 
Dawns rebirth after each evening and it killed me and it killed me 
It was a fire-sermon like God revealing wisdom and the wind maybe it was lamentations 
I was a clairvoyant of the golden coasts and 
Your eyes were fixed on me like I was a magician 
Like an epiphany of light I crashed like lightning into clairvoyance 
It was a fire-sermon like God grieving and the wind well maybe it was lamentations 
You were a magician of the thunder 
and I wondered 
It was mirrored hell in the meadow and you were the cooler of moonlights 
I was a peasant of the tempest moons and I was going home soon and 
We were on highways of the golden coasts 
Out of touch of the surfaces
Like a decomposing thing 
I was going out like tea lights it was too short of a time 
The thunder said do not prolong me
Your eyes were fixed on me as if I were some mind magician 
Ariel of the tempest moons 
And I was going home soon 
Midnight deeps we were wandering the moons 
The halls of god were emptying 
I was burning in Carthage 
The stars vaporized their stations of darkness 
I was a lily in a flooded valley 
The god-halls of Olympus were dreaming in colonnades
I was making no attempts to leave the prisons
Your hyacinth girl 
Burning in Carthage instead of the departed 
Anyway, if I end up with the Grecians 
I want you there 
Your eyes were fixed on me 
Although the flesh is dust 
You were a kindling miracle to me 
Desire like a fire sermon 
I was only newborn when I was sending worlds into dissolution 
Like a miraculous thing 
You launched a thousand ships from the towers of Ilium
You were called to keep the disasters at bay like a Templar knight but your falling was me 
God was listening in the wheezing trees 
I feel like it's my final season 
We used a razor of the angels
And I wonder what that made the suicides? 
You were a kindling miraculous fire being
and I was made of evergreens
As the ice melted look what I found 
It was just a basin of diamonds
And I was tired of it
I was tired of it
And I wanted to found out 
You were the miraculous thing dissolving me 
The days were fire-drakes
There were wild beasts on the moonpasses 
The Darks were gathering like voyagers we were beholden to
You were a miraculous thing 
Dwelling with the seraphim 
But you didn’t exist
It was just a basin of diamonds 
I wanted life but you had vowed to destroy me 
The despair was more than a weekend 
You were a kindling miraculous fire thing 
Before you were newly born to us 
And I witnessed that fire beholding us like a drake of the night valleys 
We heard the fire sermon from the eyes of hell 
and then we were carrion food 
Betrothed to the evergreens and
yet you were the kindling miraculous fire thing in my being and I sent worlds to dissolution 
Arcadia was glassed devastation
Let’s stay here 
The fire sermon was real 
We were sealed by heaven before the sundering 
You were a dream that rose in me 
I think there were tongues of fire bringing down Sinai 
But lets go anyway
Blades to make a language I could understand 
Now the rest was permanent 
They wouldn’t have heard of us 
We were minor deities in the cosmologies 
And I wonder what that made the suicides? 
It was just a basin of diamonds
And I was tired of it
I was tired of it