Glass Heart

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

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