"Shine your light into my darkness"

Mazzy Star-"Fade into You"

Sapphire Moon

I am awakened by her form,
an enigma in the night.

She is my allume,
the stone from which all light emerges;
a deep azure moon
that pulsates within my dark heart.

Oh, to behold the muse again is such delicious vision!

Her name in my mouth is a sweet savour
as I call to her from my shore.

Oh, she responds resoundingly to my cry,
her silk-string voice lulling a rhythm from my nocturnal eye,

she enchants me with her enduring hair,
shimmers on black waters;
brilliant beams gifted by her crescent curve
are given liberty upon the waves of her tresses.

Her gravity is a seduction that pulls my impulse from me;
a charge running through as I mount upon a glimmer.

She lifts me to her heaven,
allows me to touch lightly upon her curvy moonscape,
enter her chamber...

her supple yield my every desire.

Sapphire conceives me,
and I am born again from above

for the lord my God makes himself known to me tonight
within the radiance of her gleaming.

Savoy

She is as earthen as a vessel
Formed from earnest hands
Heavenly as the radiant moon

I followed her
Walked through the vision
Her long hair a volcano of fire
Fell
Fluid from her shoulders

Her's is a lava flow
Searing beauty eternal before my eyes
My rugged ground forever changed

I moved with her swiftly to stillness
Lifted
Blessed
Filled

The center of the rock of my heart
Melted
Recast
And formed anew

Stronger
Surer
Simpler.

The Lord has taken my pains
Forgiven my shame
Opened heaven again

He through her
Has placed me in paradise
Eden, surrender
The shade beneath the tree

I, this lonely earth creature
Has now been made
Ish and Isha.

Her And I

The shaft of a strong vase

The touch of a supple flower

Crystalline and white

Reminds me of her and I

Of a feeling I have yet to hold,

Of visions of dreams nightly.

She Laughs With Her Head Thrown Back!

She resides high in laughter
And light

When I touch her
She bursts forth

An eruption from a great mount that pierces heaven

The song of her joy
A winged lilt upon the wind

Her effluence is fertility;
A warm covering
Making rich my root

That I may spring up
And join her in the noon day

When evening comes
Her worship falls in tears
Nourishing my thirst

I honor her with sweet fruit at harvest

Yes she is young
Yes she is beautiful