I speak to One
in a language inspired of spheres
that crowd my sight of seas of stars
tossed in tides and currents of time,
vast measures of existence.
A pause unto creation,
this unlimited gift
of a limited existence, comes full born
when
She rises in my thoughts
like Venus in the east, feelings
drawn, the night holds a swarm;
of boundless flame, an unending embrace
Love rides on pathways of light...
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