prelude to light

In a dream of flight,

which came to solitary night,

a rainbow encircled the Sun;

And suddenly I knew

it was always thus, so true

legends of gold fallen to one.

As the flight unfolds-

no longer tired nor old-

I rise, indifferent to direction;

glad to soar, gaze from above

gathered within, all of my Love

the greatest work my life has done.

Deep and slowly run

a river's journey once begun

a wandered web, which time has spun

bonds of endless light,

exceeds the reach of darkest night.

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from her...

So many ways to see a life
in endless rings and things done and not,
from a reckoned moment: now to this;
from the shocks that rock the wagon
when life is a traveler on a tortured road.
I revel in the glows of so many afters,
when loving made the purpose of being;
the memories of skin have their own meanings.

In heights of happiness, into a valley without,
when light seemed like waters of the desert
and loneliness like the waters of the seas,
there were moments that knitted me.
They held me to become such,
piece by piece into a whole.

And then...there were
simply, times that keep me;
a moment in the sun of your love
that left your shadow on my soul.

The Vanity Trap

 That you please me,

captures every prescient being

allure of a mirror of choice, a craving

for the taste of love.

The trap that holds and wont let go

for it is not merely a matter of will

it is also the want and the magic

taste of love

When you were a vanity of fire

I was the moth circling

mysteries within fascination,

a fascination within a dance of light

I had forgotten how warm

darkness can be, how tender

a cold night’s search

for more that we could wish,

and that somehow together we found

the taste of love.