CARVE A DRESS

Needle my words
In thread of thy love

Stitch thy compassion
In patch of my breath

Carve me a dress
In thy azure and glow

Weave a flow inside
To conquer my beat

Wade me through
Wed thy grandeur

Yield a pliant stand
In thy supple hand

A child was I
A child will I become

Smeared with mud and rain
I play in thy ground

Orb me with a dawn
With thy divine rays