Words shine open in pure white truth,                                                             

As angels fly on crystal wings.

My sweetest secret of love is melting,

Twilight wanders on golden dreams.

Hopeless eyes like jewels are teared,

Silent and sharp they sting my cheek.

Demons of an empty promise,

Unspoken souls like honey sweet.

I wait at springs far unsettled,

Feel blowing ancient earthly pull.

Rising molten run fire and smoke,

Pale clouds pillow your dripping soul.

~Yvonne Renee Moore