The Sun is not allegiant to the fire.
The grass crown the earth before your feet,
Trees stretch their long hands like those
Of a drowning man's, and the sand shines,
Revealing itself, like attenuated stars,
Like eyes, a lot like eyes intoxicated
     By an eager love.

See, I adore...
     ...your chaos.

I don't believe in storms
Rid of miracles, nor lies
     Of truth.
    
I will make you love you.*

© 2015 J.S.P.