I have washed you with river stones from the sacred earth
I have died inside and found in you a second birth
I have slid down the cavernous mouth of the waterslide
I have emerged form underground labyrinthine tides
I have imagined a cold white planet where we could hide
For you my radiant one
I have sucked out the red dye of the spider's sting
I have sewn in darkness patterns of butterfly wings
I have driven the black hordes back through the winds of my mind
I have scattered the fallow seeds for you to find
I have sickened and lost the visions that kept me whole and alive
I have risen delivered from the hive
I'll be running through the prisms of your dreams