AURA GAZES

Becalm, the wishful surge of beckoning gasp
ever leading to those secret night strokes that never last.

Open the wisdom of an inner bosom's beauty so glistening
stirred by the tingles felt as an ethereal whispering.

Rise by soul plumes towards the dawn's drenching call
creating the sense of angelic nature within us all.

Learning to see light's purest refraction in clarity
in the silhouetted woeful tales of disparity.

Beyond the seeping outlines of mortal mar
we each lust to be the essence of a perfect star.