Tears of Comets

I walk in many shadows
heather orbs hover and bob

interweaving with light within
seducing slumbering rainbows
of ultraviolet transparency

nix was a hard time invented
that I can not handle

Sun woman still screeches
in the solitary threshold
of my infantile innocence

I'm a needle starting at negative zero
counterclockwise current of progress
humbly collapsing within refinement

I will rise as a tsunami in a vortex
of beauty all so you may scratch
the inner dexterity of personal shine