The blood red wax of her foe
she did ignite
and used its light
to work at night.
She has transmuted the
opposition of her enemy
and made fuel of
his angry energy.
The sea of her soul
has alchemized
the Pacific Ring of Fire
Her waters have quenched
furious flame belching
mountains
.. they have become
rainfountains
.. holy grails cupping
the waters of her love.
The mud slung at her..
she shaped into cones..
and inside each planted baby
bushes of rose..
and watered them with
ice she had melted by contact
..
She has sent her shafts of
bright
into the deepest hells of
night
Now they have sired
the dawning of her light.
BENEATH THE WIND
Beneath the wind
shivers the river
With lightbeam slivers
she does quiver
ULTRAVIOLET
as purple blooms
magnetize butterflies
of all hues
so compassion
attracts divine love
ultraviolet
is nonviolent
the tiniest wavelet
veil slivers
are enough to reflect
lightning silver*
as a teardrop contains
a star
-saiom shriver-