The fresh sense of rain coming quick
rolling with the thunder,
feels as soft caresses from your fingers
cleansing the crown and the root; filled to bursting
the skies give way
shaking the earth, the soul.
Steady hand within embrace
bathed in aura both golden and crimson,
smells of wooden spice and warmth persuade,
this covenant so deep and full.
On Sinai the world heard truth,
fire illuminating the dusk
leading way through the dreamery
as tightly as we can be.