Logos, High Ghost, Eros I live in your words Where my orb is bound and measured In the grace of your spoken moment. Your words stake me to the ground And lift me to soar with eagles. They rain on my weariness And let me stand naked Shimmering in the ecstasy of a million new suns. I am spoken as your erupting beauty And cease to exist in your silence. I blaze in your atmosphere And burn as your presence. Borne on your whispering wings To the moment when all shadows Release their darkness To a morning that never was.