Photography by Kore Gleason

Rise

In golden splinters of perfect timing

Carve me a new face and make me beautiful

Make me the goddess of angry angels

Make me a witness to no ones god

I want to be beautiful so make me dangerous

Like honey and sugar make me raw

Kiss my hands and follow me

To the crystal caverns where dragons speak

Where dreams are born and hours die

Collect me thorns from the lions feet

For tonight the ancient sphinx will pace

A wordless riddle with no conclusion

And bare her teeth to my face

For anguish and sadness seek no intrusion

So I must be reborn from the dark and the wild

Make me rise under your skilled hand

Take me away from this woeful world

Filled by a sorrow I can't understand.