Last night you burst ungently on my mind,
Lured by a pure unfettered primal urge.

The thrust of your possession sent a surge
Of power which swept and left my soul refined.

The cataclysmic fire of your embrace
Hurtled me through zodiacs of time
Like corridors of galaxies in space.

The choice is WHAT to be. All IS, past time.

Charred ruins of the past may spring anew,
Rained on by sun and warmed by fresh young dreams.

Warmed by your sun and watered by your streams
Fresh shoots of hope already struggle through.