Against your blue sky.
The warm horizon in the eye.
I will rise.
A darkness sharper than
The most feared nights.
Long after you are gone.
Blood, bones and I are one.
The secret I still keep is that
Number of souls sound asleep
In my arms.
Against your slate grey rain.
Night, eyes close, day again.
I will
Rise.
visceral, lucid, such beautiful verse. tony