Exalt, Mine.

My hands are on you,
with every finger stroke,
I harbour only my most extreme -
for you to soak.

I wish to purge myself of you,
if it may only be,
for the unrestrained pleasure,
of seeing you outside me.

You are a frozen portrait of myself,
a momented sliver, if I may say,
and you're mine now, mine to last,
mine in every way.

You cannot feel yet, so I feel for you,
feel your contours, reflections and feel,
immerse myself in the near future,
of what you are to be.

My hands tremble as I release you,
as I hope to see truth shine,
before I give you your completion,
you unshackled part of mine.


Oh! - you - Mine!
Capsuled breath of life -
I release you!
so exalt in newfound existence!
Oh! - you - Mine!

Dedicated to the release any creator of anything gets right before he knows he's reached completion.

Rider's Dawn - Spirits (and Spirit's, and Spirits') Call

A candle is sparked in the dark,

Twin flames light up your eyes,

A surge of moralled power flows,

From flames of the deepest sacred crevice.

For a moment, I ask you to put aside,

The daily vexes that break your stride,

To seep to the deepest oaths you’ve sworn –

And know –

This flame a’burn is our own.

I am your spirit,

The very heart of your unexplained,

Your fundamental desire to live,

Your endeavor, will and pain.

I tug at you from your inside,

I sparkle and crackle against inbuilt bonds,

I beg you to spread and ignite,

In the truest form of your scarlet might.

I am your spirit, and I clarion this call,

At your horizon – a beacon of dawn.

Your dawn – ride to it now,

Hesitate not, the time is now!

I hold a candle to your eyes,

What do you see?

Open your eyes, self, and see your flame,

In me and you that are just the same,

Burning us to know and to believe,

That we shall forge our willed without reprieve.

Self, I ask you to realize and merge.

I hold a candle to my face,

I admire the fire in my eyes,

Embronzed, I ride to set alight,

Towards my dawn – to end the night.