how i long to taste your fire
and be stained by the smoldering
the smell of heaven’s smoke
has been on my clothes since daybreak
there’s no way around the wind
blowing over ocean’s purity
it aches me to entertain
the thought of shapeless skies
…
i can take another step
towards the irony of faith
in this glass factory
there’s no healing ‘til it breaks
and the mirrorface is dim
against the consciousness of clouds
weighing every blank uncertainty
as ancient rocks cry out
…
i heard a hungry squirrel behind me
and met a lion face to face
there were stories in his eyes
that all the centuries can’t shake
just outside and there was rest
without excuse for the withdrawals
i met my love inside the flames
and left myself to be consumed
…
(by you)
With All of my Love,
Jules