Apotheosis

Sweet ardent dance twixt the mind and eye
How and when do you ever rest a spell?
Even slumbering you hope to spy
Some island heaven in our ocean hell;
Some life in every lifeless place;
Some beauty in a welcoming face;
Some mercy applied to our disgrace;
And a chosen word in a cursive trace
Lineated down into a measured part
Spun to give that dance a resting mark
Where the mind's eye might relieve the heart
And entomb that inspirational spark
Into something like thought shadows affixed,
Forevermore from turmoil nixed.