Ode to the Unseen Flame

Oh, how enchanting is that fleeting hour,
When in your gaze, my proud and noble friend,
The storm is born with all its primal power,
And azure skies in silent conflict bend.
No words are sought—the breath of sacred feeling
Pierces the air with tremor, fierce and bright,
While all things base, their transient forms concealing,
Bloom in the glory of your searching light.

Like some lone wanderer on a distant shore,
I drink your gaze—the fount of tender grace,
Wherein my soul, imbued with light once more,
Forgets the bonds of earthly time and space.
In shadows clear, where light but faintly gleams,
I am the gust, the flame upon the height,
To baring all my heart’s most secret dreams,
I join your game within the morning light.

Let all the world in icy stillness rest—
Beneath the shield of hopes sincere and true,
We build a realm, by hallowed fire blessed,
Beyond the robes that mortal eyes pursue.
Your drive, your genius, sovereign and profound,
Draws me toward a zenith none can see,
Where in each breath, and every secret sound,
Love’s deathless music flows eternally.