With eyes of a tireless sun
every new moon
brightest stars
standing
before thy heart ...

Where my soul has grown
and my tears have flowed
love drops from
above
are born ...

Surrounded by a blazing sphere
far above the firmaments
beneath the earth
under the
clouds
winged majesty ...

Videre ‘to see.’ when love knocks
it shall be opened for all
to see, in pursuit
of dwelling
passions
rising light ...
In the tireless sun!

Debbie Brooks 2014