A sonnet etched in glass On a mantle hewn of bone Signed with the blood of an artists hand Set atop this throne Stars dropped their tears To add heat to the pain Azrael rose and spread his wings His bride he took in flame As beauty curled within Youth to life was born Rising with the morning mists To kiss to life the dawn Eyes awoke to coloured stream Flowing through the night Of love’s sweet and gentle touch The lilted voice of light Breathe now the air of me As I bathe you in my light Your skin I use as canvass Your hands I use for sight
Danny Matier 