Sunrise Arrived

My beloved, what a wash you put me through. I was running with the wind from desire. Beloved, where am I rushing to? It’s a country of nowhere without you. This restlessness, echoes of God’s footsteps. Madonna of the moonrise, I witnessed the sun in its dark sarcophagus, luna moths suffocating in the meadows of malachite grasses, contrails bleeding white like the melting wings of Icarus. The siege of the winds, you vanished like lighter fire in my fingertips. Absolution—the shock of opium. Witness the fury of sun in its corroding glory. Desire Lady Esther in the Vespertine. This is the collar of grace. Desire the great game in the necropolis of night. For an instant I was and I witnessed the light. I heard the heartbeat of hawks in dark deserts, flying in the basilica of black galaxies. The wager! of the divine! In the prison of your fingertips, I witnessed the sunrise genesis. Desire— the violence —the vice —a fragile survival by the wingtips of angels in winter’s dark rains. Desire—the burning anguish — I wandered far in that lotus-eater wonderland of hunger. Dying between the twin fires of moonrise and sunrise. This is the beginning, this is the end (again). God of the wilderness, do not diminish me.

My morning a burial into the sobriety of sunlight  
Loving you somehow I became the luminous one 
In your eyes it was like catching fire from burning sunrise
Desire the great game, I am forever changed