The purple sky thundering the heartbeat of the dark,
Her soul swirling, spiraling; her eyes, a blinding spark.

The wind – a messenger to the earth from the heavens above
Howling, then whispering of her cravings, of her love.

Comes then the sky and her heartbeat; the world lights up again;
Dancing down the aisle behind white veils of pouring rain...

~Wordsmith