Nothing that truly matters
Can ever evaporate,
Be excised,
Burnt out of your soul.

The gilded spiral
Of longings within.
Our very own cathedral
That points persistently to heaven.

Here, illuminated at last,
Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;
Sweet moments of passion and healing,
Of sensual release.

I am just like you,
Destined to play my part.
And leave,
In the nature of my departure at least,
Some kind of sweet message behind
In the fathomless pattern I make.

It is warmer here. Can you see the light? Trust it. It is safe. It has lived a long time. It has seen much more than you. You fight a demon that you once knew but the demon is already slain. And from the corner of your eye you will see the scattered, sacred fire reform again. Settle, settle. Peace, peace

Sense how
Even the smooth stones ache
With stories of their own
In the shuddering light of day.