Thorn of the Rose Page 5
by Fegger
And focus.
Indifferent to all
Unneeded in consort.
Release your body’s call
To tremors quake,
With my own;
As spirits elope
Above us, through us,
And perpetually embrace--
Hover, as one.
Eyes fixed, devoid of
Treachery or deceit;
While echoes of former chants
Rise to welcome
The consummation of
A love of souls.
