Blue tendrils of spirit
Wrap gently around the yellow heat of the heart,
Cradling it, convincing it to surrender.
Purple knowingness clouds over fear,
Blanketing and warming the eye of the soul.
The pearlescent pink of purest love
Ceases not its silvered out-pouring into the soul of the beloved,
And buoyed upon opalescent tears, opaque and glistening,
Suffused, the heart shivers in tenderness,
As light shimmers and surrounds and moves through,
Replacing the old light of my eyes.
Sorrowful eyes to lose both the beloved
And the numinous eye of god.