Bewildering eyes- steam arises.
Wild light on the rise- warmth surprises.
Marking the hour- thirst as companion.
Bidden by powers- careless abandon.
Suppressed and steaming ‘neath shine and gleam
and oh, to steam – to steam — to steam!
Unsheathed, unwieldly off the banner of a dream.
To sweeten, in sorrow, pressed tight ‘gainst the veil.
What light, what power still cannot fail.
Leaping- to lark limb by stirring limb.
Stirred lightly and pressed deep within.
And so our day begins. A captured light prevalent.
Set sail by winds what rise to win.
Present at christening – naming it thusly
An ode to the thirsty.
...we do but little that we might endure