Forgetting Shiva

Does this mean you're here again?  Gosh and golly gumdrops, I hope so.

Lovely rhythms in this, very meditative so the words fit perfectly.  It's not quite perfectly metric, it's more smoky and ethereal, and the rhymes are almost slipped in without notice.

I am not keen on "blind belief and beauty bright" -- I can see how using cliches at this point can be a little ironic (blind believers often spout the same old stuff, after all) but I think it's letting you down given the freshness of the rest. 

What, you thought I'd go easy on you just because you've done the prodigal thing?

A mellow, yet highly ritualized welcome to your fruity softness.
So, formalities sorted - yeh, that line reads better now. I wonder about 'muted' for 'silent' . It's probably a hangover from Anstey's swan engaged in shattering reflections, though it does also pair up with the preceding blindness, and it suggests some degree of volition.

I'm on a rollback, so well worth instant dismissal. And yes, nice comeback with ambiance and phlegmatic edge.