Spark

-Amplexus-

For soothe be thee,

And be appeased,

If thou confound,

Humanity.

Borne aloft,

Obscured from sight.

It lays aback-

No sense of night.

And as Osiris

Trails up above,

I close my eyes

And know respite.

Phoebus in his muted gold-

Reflects to me,

Sweet Iris' gentle kiss,

Farewell to angst.