By Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
tear more precious than
the earth it were a thousand times
diamond and multiplied
as Lewis said, no rhymes
touching soul to soul
and soaking in
and making trail
sharper lance
there never was
blue fire
glimmer plale
facet of the kindest
made
a personlity
never cut
unbreakable
but flesh
spread on a tree
sparkle catch
light dreams to hatch
a dove, a plan
a life
flawless shine
and pendant fine
to hang
and drip
for strife
necklace of the trail
that ran
from Your beloved face
dress the earth
and gird the worth
a gown of jeweled lace
bride bedecked, encoiled
encrusted
with those drops of flame
bower made
of cross's shade
I, sated, sigh Your name
