RMC

Over the sands
lies a blue shaded fan
of calm that dictates command
my feet forward demand.

Night fight delights the mobs
as sight and might
makes the eyes sob
and the heart feel no fright.

Adjacent the faces twice
is a tune not so nice
made of my own device
that has me in a vice.

Blue waters call
inside I find myself raw
of what goes up must fall
and a heart to thaw.

Develop this twist
in starry skies feel this
way in how you pray
with God’s eye amidst.

Carnal is the heart I part
my soul to describe devine
the vine of structure fine
is the wine of my design.