Olympus Lullaby/ Fuchsia Windows

Olympus Lullaby  
 
She screams  
into  
the throat  
of darkness,  
 
encapsulated  
by light,  
 
seraphic beauty  
becomes her penumbra,  
 
she is Achelois  
goddess incarnate.  
 
Pontificating stillness,  
 
placidity,  
 
to all she  
breathes to,
 
droplets of  
cosmic calm,  
 
recede from  
her glare,  
 
coaxing innocence  
to reign as  
a thousand suns  
of myriad tranquility,  
 
she is not  
measured  
from symmetry  
alone,  
 
only absolute  
kindness  
does she emit,  
 
subtle  
blowed kisses  
cease's wars,  
 
heals lacerated  
volcanos of  
buried trust,  
   
intervening,  
without regard  
or care.  
 
Mother Seraph  
of misguided sirens,  
 
show me the  
way to the valley  
where your shine  
sleeps quietly,  
 
until I rise from the  
understanding  
of everything  
you have done,  
 
so I may punish  
myself  
and learn  
to cherish,  
 
this gift  
of being  
so close  
to heaven,  
 
in case  
I never  
cross those  
gates,  
 
remember  
this face  
and comfort  
my umbra,  
 
as it departs  
this realm  
to bask in  
the rapture,  
 
as a gem  
in the  
vastness,  
 
of your  
everlasting  
simper.  
 
Fuchsia Windows  
 
I trace your whisper  
in the libretto of sparrows  
I rip away my electric cloak  
naked and prone vulnerable,  
 
I'm a canvas of pang  
paint me with your  
hybrid insecurity,  
 
alone I fell in liaison  
with your scars  
share them as I have,  
 
cinereal granted,  
 
eccentrically I sparkle  
in your void obliterated  
humbled to slumber  
in the ancient force of amour,  
 
only to wait for you to heal  
I choose to souse in your tears  
only to ebb in your cyan sigh.

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