To A... Poem by Christina Ader

Surprising fear in your skill,
How thou drag miracles to me
Beyond the universal speed and will,
Like omnipresent God - common and eerie.

On dazzling fire has been set
Reality of bows and arrows,
Hence in the morning I feel dead
Due travelling through endless meadows.

Thou thrill me nicely all the time,
Minute word can be put in song.
Numb to thou soon - absorbed in whines,
Explicit moan, that thou`ve gone.

The heat in thee sanctuary like beaming
In waves of blood the life itself concealing.