An pink orange sea
of beauty gently laps
at the curled tips of my toes
as Life rises yet again
over the ferrous fingers
stretched above
The Devil's peak.

Her peaceful breakers
swell over the distant
iridescent quay, whispering
her alarm of calm while
stirring the dreams of
Her lambs in the valley below.

Her soft foam flows
to the dust-filled
corners of my throne,
as she again begins to
purify my perspective.

I lay still, absorbed in Her
rising heat soaking through
the cotton comfort
gathered about my hips,
protecting the purity
of this eternal virginal dawn.

Her bright burning joy
caresses the dark, matted
crop upon my chest
drenching my core as
Her hope begins
to settle slowly over
my anxious excited brow.

Raised by Her vision;
and now wrapped tightly in Her
benevolent arms
we finally are reunited,
engulfed again in each other,
in this, Her unending rite of love.

Or it could be just another fucking sunrise over Mt. Diablo--you make the call.