καθαρός

Pure.
I call your name,
a language my tongue only knows.
My heart is a blanket
covering my soul.
My name is sight,
a gift with a toll.
You are protection,
Katharos from long ago.
Purest energy,
a heart made whole.
Greek language,
American Soul.

When darkness comes,
death takes toll.
You are the protector,
my gift made whole.