Sacred Storm

From
form to form
Hearts are drawn
Then by the very form
That those affections adorn
Those hearts are out worn

From dusk till dawn
Hearts comb
Their beloved form
So their love is constantly reborn
Even the flames that time has evidently torn

From evening to morn
Hearts fall from the death of form
The widow wails but the heart forgets to mourn
As the soul is flown
Into the calm of the sacred storm
Into what the forgetful form
forgets to adore and adorn
Into the light of every form
Into the field from which springs
The fragrance of every form

These hearts housed
By phenomena of all that is form
Are never outworn
And never torn
But constantly reborn
In the ruby that reddens every form!