Awake,

In silent hours of my moonlit tear
Lifetimes I summon only you my dear
Our spirits mingle into the power of stars
As

A Perfect Selection

I rise unto thee by lightning of a dream
by a streaking star and the glow of its beam
I give unto thee

Like a flaming star

the palingenetic, deathless phoenix

ascends amidst roiling tongues of fire

lifted unto the heavens

by

Awakening while asleep, creates you to who you are.
Sleeping awakens life, to die from a wakening death.
From the very beginning,

Awakening in spirit or in the mind.

Sweet fruit or hardend rind.

Peel away these layers.

What did you find?

You put your hand