She rises above with the sun
By the cross laid upon her breast
Where darkness did once reside
In shadowy webs of her soul
Petals now dance in heart
Playing warmly upon the beat
Wherein her spirit lies
Whole, in the prisms of light

Drops of rain that rain upon me leave prisms of light through the void of nothing that I feel while sleeping in the gentle nature of night I allude to others that I hold my own hue.  As I take back the sun and the dark beats to day and opens the glories that blush with the rays that reflect the smile of the newfound morn as she rises to kiss the sky.