I want to hold you hidden

Between the folds of my robe

Like a child

For whom the callous world fades

In that safe sanctuary

And those treasured moments

Of time

Within the progenitor's embrace

Sometimes the sun gets tired too

Burnt out, from his own heat

His tireless journey, of amber beauty

Costs him dear

For he turns to ashes

Bit by little bit

Falling quietly by the wayside

But no one sees....or cares

As long as they have blushes

Painting horizons in pink flares

Yet someone's got to drink up those flames.

Is it going to be my fluid Calico

That will be set ablaze

Along with all of me

So you can cool your heart

In its gentle shade

Until you find your way

Back to the waiting sea...

Will those caustic sores consume my bodily fabric?

It scares me as well, this fire

That I now hold

But I will feed you my skin

And my bones, if need be

You asked for that shrine of regenesis

And God sent me,

How can the womb of humanity

Refuse it's spawn his right to live

Unfettered, and gloriously free?

© Manic Sylph