You weigh heavy on struggling bushy brows
While my muscles bend in cascading waves.
Through blurred lines I try to make sense of now
As all fighting sensible reason fades.
Your power trembles unawakening
As all fear bends to your relentless hand.
I beg you for a taste of the golden
Visions inherited at your command.
Through endless time you have learned to evade
Those who desire your comforting caress
For at your hand all anguish is forbade
In a great escape of wild weightlessness.
Let me feel your sweet serenity
and play fool to your mortal luxury.
Rachel Jurek '15