The thunder that trumpets
the coming of the storm.
Rain down,
baptize me.
With resplendent love.
The sun set into rose petal glory.
The moon shone down upon us,
followed us as we walked into the night.
I would tell you more,
but the sacred one calls me now,
Venus and her violet consort.
But dream of it for me,
and tell me in the morning when you rise.
Tell me of the one who gives you life.
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