Prescience

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.