I see you waiting wantingly
Then slip ajar of the timeless bright.
But, I can feel you
As your judgement is cast amidst and beyond
The salty bitterness of my tears
Are sweetened upon the palate of
Your grace.
My fears savoured by the beauty of all space
My ancient bones
Awaken to new light
And fresh tissue
Issued of Seraphim
I feel you
As you bear the heavy debt of Petulance
For brief moments of princely pride
As you give safe harbour for Hate
To rest in quiet repose
As you mark the Path with patient order
For Strength to mind my heart and soul
I feel you -
And I wait wantingly, too
Châz