8/18/13

Colors my beginning

These beams at your sunrise
Grew out of angels voice
And the shear weight 
Made the clouds bend 
in a storm to form 
your aries heart

These whispers through your mind
In tongues like needles 
That god used to knit the world
Fitted the fold of thunder
And fastened the break of sunder
From the storm that formed 
Your aries heart

These bewildering directions of your soul
Blown like harps echoing 
the essence Of permeance 
Gave the electrons Their infinity
Made radiance pause
The spectator at the first star
She was the storm
Of your aries heart
And she blew without question

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