The armistice for sparkling waters

Is raised above the heads of heaven’s angels.

Your sugary flow surrounds my shivering body

With rose petals and lavender to warm my frost bitten soul,

But the shouting hawk embellishes his fortune

So he can overindulge himself in the finer things in life.

The refineries cast their liquid glow a golden hue

To transform rigid minds into translucent shields

That overcome wicked blows from the tapestry of time’s song.

Come all you vile children unto me to recede from the union

Of burning dreams that arouse your temperament.

For I wish to oblige the saintly wings of the white dove

In wrapping you in the frothy clouds,

And divide your comings in the counting ways of the lava rocks.

You transcend me, oh Holy Spirit of the Lord,

And release my treacherous visions of hungry demons

Unto the burning whip that strikes down vindicated measures

Of salted wounds that bleed into the ocean’s tongue.

If only there were some decree that could foretell to me

What I shall bestow unto you in life’s rhythms of stolen prayer.

However, I do not resign my hands to fold on top of fading lungs.

For you shall be my blanket in the night when the owl sings his own creed

Into the wind, during these tyrant raids of sinister ploys.

You are the remission of all that is decadent and of all

That shall flourish in your enthralling plot,

But through each passing halo there shall emerge a new song

To pass into the seizing pulse of man.