Holding heaven in my hand, I’m uplifted.
The stars shine in the silence of night,
My mysterious Muse’s light burns more bright.
Blue and brilliant brushstrokes, stark against the skys,
Fade in the shade of Her simple sighs.
The ocean, wonderful in waxing and waning waves against the shore’s stones,
Pale against perfection achieved in perception of Her purpose.
Hold fast my fluttering heart; Her heart heals my hurts and hate.