E l'ora di far bene

I'm writing with fire as the ink of my pen
bright glamour flowing
with restless erudite sensation
during an afternoon of gold striking the sea

the sky moves from pale eggshell to lapis lazuli
like a dove diving into midnight

the testament of the sun
where light becomes breath

enlightenment ~ graceful realms now seen
I look up into a sky
clouds as white flames
the breath of heaven
descends
speaking fire

Imprinting my soul
with ancient prophecy

Poem 'Incandescence' from Juliet's book SUNSTAR