Shibulba Poem by Nick Perritt

Shibulba opens her tired eyes
Her light becomes my body and dies.
A dying star
A broken light
A falling fire
Exploding night.
Rippling cloud enwraps imploding
Whiteness fills impossible heights
Cocoon of fire nurtures the dying
To recreate a life so bright.
The shell decays gives up her dead
To be filled with burning love instead.
Her loving cloud a nebula
Caresses her softly into sleep
Her flaming sword encased in blood
Her heart too sore and pierced with love
Some hurts just cut too deep.
This dying star
Digests the air
Exhales cold fire
Within Gods heart,
Beneath his stare
She breathes new life
From fading light
Comes music rare
Sung throughout the night.