Pastelli

From afar the storm is art

A shape and form who won't conform to the rules of war

Invading our foreign city

Charging upon the coastal shores of the great divide
But serenity and rocks govern my bride

trotting and laughing at the edge of the tide

giggling at the gigantic invasion of monstrous mountains of water

She is free

Pastelli seized the air

Harnessed an invisible violence beneath her arms

like a toy like a gift

and graced onto its hand

and began to float above the sand

In the corner of her eye the storm's magness began to die

and her teeth became a show for the creation below

A glow began to grow a rose on her eyes

With that the color of her soul was named from the blood in the canvas in the sky

Light shuttered and flushed in her mind

of the death of the past and the night

But her joy was found pouring out her heart this morning

She once did drown and learned to die

and before that once did not even try

But the marks of memory on her left side

prove the victory of the Battle of the Bride

Broken and sinking - her shackles bleeding

And a new brand rose

through the holes in her hands

She is free

Pastelli breathed the water

She finally believed the potter

To drown is to die is to be free is to live is to love

Her dress once was black became blue

and the life and air in her lungs was through

Even the sun had a mask of the horizon

before the glory came true

Her flowy gravestone reminds her of the pain of the night this morning

and the depth of mourning of her eyes pouring from her past

All now gone so fast

The temperature now is roaring

Steam and vapor shooting out from the feet of a pillar standing in the water

reaching a longest stretch down into a nasty abyss

No good could come from darkness and death

No breath is found with the demons of the depth

But not today - not this morning

She is free

Pastelli bleeds the fire

Golden explosion like a rising sun from a coldened ocean

consuming and growing and fusing and showing

that there is One who brings death to life

who's eyes of flames ignited the bones of His pale lover

drenched in a heavy cover

Her heart rages and her skin is red

Her dress is burning in light

Her eyes have spoken and they have said

I once couldn't see but now have sight
I once was grounded but now have flight
By the might of the Sun
my victory has come

Burning flames whipping and snapping and singing

and glowing and growing and spreading

Darkness loses any place to hide

This fire couldn't be put out of it tried

She is vibrant and neon and blinding

Illuminated beyond a power of this remote place

She's just passing through

on her way back to where fire was born

But while she's here she'll open up the fire gates of home
and sing along the melody of the oceans praise of yearning foam
of reaching out unconditionally until PapaDaddy jumps back in the water

Until His breath is blowing beside our windy wings

and He lifts us up once more - our Father of Kings

Once for all and all for One

One for all and all four - one

When the invasion of Kingdom has finished its gallop upon our enemy's shores

and a letter of defeat is signed and sent 

and death is bound in chains forevermore

and buried in graves on the core floor

soon and very soon - the end - my Friend - is near

He is here

and here to burn

She is free

Pastelli leaves the earth

NEVER TO RETURN