Hail to The Queen
Like moths to a candle we circle the sun
Each orbit connecting us, turning us on
Entranced by desire and drawn to the light
Let passion consume us in furious flight
For death holds no power to dim such attraction
Nor life greater pleasures than love’s satisfaction
As the phoenix we flame at the heart of the helix
Explode into stardust; incandescent, angelic.
Bright as a star burst, beyond second sight
Separation surrenders to the limitless Night
A darkness with twinkles, a silence, supreme
Io! I adore thee, O Heavenly Queen!
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