...Singed... (a poem)

Broken wings

Cause my unrest

Ever lower

Forever falling

…Fearfully

Resting upon Infinite Ocean

Drifting upon the waves

In the darkness

The tides carry me

…Aimlessly

Each day a stagnant shifting

Watching tides wash ashore

No storm in these waters

So quiet their turning stale

…Agony

Though water abound

My thirst unquenched

I am restless

I am sinking

…Slowly

And then he arrives

He is the sun

Vibrant and hot…forbidden

Rays caressing each crest

Drawing his light

…Upon Me

As he fades into the dark

The night brings cold

Darkness replaces his warmth

Thoughts of his heat

…Ecstasy

The ache boils over me

Brings new life to these wings

The attention gives new meaning

…To each day

Here

Where I slowly stir the water

And every day is the same

Now

I am warm, I am wet

Didn’t know it could be

..this way

Thrashing about,

The waters swell

Thick with current

I feel my Self moving

Stirring about

Boiling

“I am yours.”

…I say

Wings spread eagle

And when he rises

His rays like fire

I am drawn into him

…Willingly

The attention keeps me

Hanging on each day

Each wound cauterized

Each ember authorized

I cling to him

…feebly

It is a dance

Forbidden

Fire against Water

Against Fire

Evaporate … condensate

Into tears

…repeatedly

Ascertain my wings are singed

Playing with fire, burned by sin

Become still and I let go

and I Am

Set Free…