You are
a silent song,
a breeze whispering to
fluttering palm fronds
in a childhood memory
of sleeping birds
and unheard sighs
on a dream-filled night.
You are
obsidian light
illuminating the blinding purity
of austerity,
the cleansing tar
swallowing the soiled bones
of unoriginal sin.
You are
a rainbow of black
promises to quench
this desiccated earth
with the floods of blood flow,
until our hearts grow gills
once more.
