Rebirth of The Divine Thread (Tempesta Remix)

The original version of Rebirth of The Divine Thread, titled Birth Song, has been published in All of Me Vol. II, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Featured art is by Karol Bąk.

Listen to Rebirth of The Divine Thread by Richard Charles Stevens (Tempesta Remix)

Listen to Tempesta by Lueur Verte

Take me to heart
For I shall make it start
Prise your rib cage apart
And impart abiding kiss
Wear thine shade upon my lips
Plait a braid of gamesome twist
To parade the fine art
That of She

In the name of whispers passed
Let them breathe
Beg no borrow of sweet sorrows
Set them free
Lean into tomorrow
Do so breathlessly
Get lost within a melody remembered from the embers of a late September dream that I seem destined to repeat

Herein lies the shy beat of my idealistic heart
Some may call me dreamer
I’m just glad I’m not the only one to play the part of great underachiever
Overdue a handsome sum
Both sun and moon attuned to frequencies we piquantly costume
In corsets that shall soon become undone

Take me to heart
For I shalt make it flutter
Like a butterfly in shutter
And impart a lover’s kiss
With your scent upon my wrists
Front and centre of your drift
Wear thine shade upon my skin
As I drink your splendour in

Herein lies the timeless prize the eyes make indiscreet
Searing rays of bygone days some way from incomplete
Echoes of eternity with certainty bequeathed
Fervently believe in magic
Woven in my deepest fabric
Unspoken harmonic motion
Chosen tonic in the moment
Hopelessly devoted to the fine art
That of She
The only one to see me and instinctively believe

Take me to heart
Make my artistry the mainstay of thine arteries and stake claim on a masterpiece
Reach into the charred debris
Seek the rusted master key
And you will find the shy beat of the idealistic heart of me
Fervently retrieve the magic
Woven in my deepest fabric

Tis everything
Tis every single part of me
The mortal coil is little more than foil for me, you see
I shed my skin when I am seen
Don’t need it whence believed
Lean into my ebbs and flows
Be bold and do so breathlessly
And you shall hear the voices of eternity with certainty bequeathed

Get lost within a melody remembered from the embers of a late September dream that I feel cherished to repeat

…

There’s a method to my madness
And a madness to my method
Got the measure of my sadness
Spot a gladness to depression
Last to leave a mark
When I can nurse a first impression
Learn an object lesson
Then return it with affection
Surging tides converge to urge discerning mind recertified to purge the worms that squirm inside at my benign discretion
Underline the need for speed
Relieve the gas for meter dashes
See the phoenix
Be the phoenix
Rise up from its scenic ashes
Bat my lashes every time the synapses start firing
Rapid flashes actually flatter me ecstatically and scatter seed expansively to heed belief inspiring

Take me to heart
As I bleed
To parade the fine art
That of She
The only one to see me and instinctively believe
The only one whose dream is on repeat

Tis everything
Tis every single part of me

Get lost within a melody remembered from the embers of a late September dream that I feel cherished to repeat

…

Fervently retrieve the magic
Woven in my deepest fabric

…

Take me to heart
As I bleed
To parade the fine art
That of She
The only one to see me and instinctively believe
The only one whose dream is on repeat