Mary me

mother mary came to me and cried me like a baby. Her aura glowed a thousand moons and eyes conveyed clear knowing. A spiral staircase down to hearth, my heart began to open. I am your child, in waters held, you have me as your son. I am not lost my dear, I am grazing. Holding you is a gaze into soul, passion, I revel in a childlike wonder, a madness, a stallion. Heed your resistance and cry into me, I am the ocean.