one seventh
Babylon round midnight
Her orbs glowing like eyes of fire
Light neither arriving nor departing but exploding in silence
As his hands arrested her wild gaze
and a man becomes more than himself
a woman becomes more than human
He had read the signs in her eyes
Blueprints of an altar that threatened to invade the firmament
Looking up at the heavenly body
Hands reach out
after decades of blood
after lifetimes of stone
within minutes of meeting
and fire poured from her skies in silent outcry
and cemented the warring entities beneath
In a land marred by the salts of war
She began to rain
watering the hardened earth
in soft breath and whispers
with gentle fingers
wandering the good earth
And when her heavens were wrent asunder
and the deluge fell
tumultuous cascades of rebellious hair
each strand poured out
but leading back to her
And now the sky is clear of explosions
no smoke or tell-tale sparks bespeak the furnace
a city wakes
the king forever sleeps
the confusions of the past now hardened mortar
hands of stone eternally closed
monoliths grasping the hair cast down
now thickets of green life
adorning the shroud of an ancient death
she smiles down warmth and light
today there is no fire
Only flowers are in the wake of her tempest
Her orbs glowing like eyes of fire
Light neither arriving nor departing but exploding in silence
As his hands arrested her wild gaze
and a man becomes more than himself
a woman becomes more than human
He had read the signs in her eyes
Blueprints of an altar that threatened to invade the firmament
Looking up at the heavenly body
Hands reach out
after decades of blood
after lifetimes of stone
within minutes of meeting
and fire poured from her skies in silent outcry
and cemented the warring entities beneath
In a land marred by the salts of war
She began to rain
watering the hardened earth
in soft breath and whispers
with gentle fingers
wandering the good earth
And when her heavens were wrent asunder
and the deluge fell
tumultuous cascades of rebellious hair
each strand poured out
but leading back to her
And now the sky is clear of explosions
no smoke or tell-tale sparks bespeak the furnace
a city wakes
the king forever sleeps
the confusions of the past now hardened mortar
hands of stone eternally closed
monoliths grasping the hair cast down
now thickets of green life
adorning the shroud of an ancient death
she smiles down warmth and light
today there is no fire
Only flowers are in the wake of her tempest