bow. (IV)

Glistening, the world seeps.

My brow bleeds crowns

of sweat beads

blistering,

festering,

but I see

and I breathe

a new day

for hoping

a blossom -

the rain sings -

and up from

the dark springs

a bow of

your beauty.

Forgiveness,

it calls me,

a new name;

I am free.

Your promise is to me

forever, a heart beat

lasting til

the whole world ends.