Last night you burst ungently on my mind,
Lured by a pure, unfettered, primal urge.
The thrust of your possession sent a surge
Of fire that swept and left my soul refined.
The cataclysmic fire of your embrace
Hurtled me through zodiacs of time
Like corridors of galaxies in space.
The choice is WHAT to be. All IS, past time. Charred ruins of the past may spring anew,
Rained on by love and warmed by fresh young dreams. Warmed by your sun and watered by your streams, Fresh shoots of hope already struggle through.