A crashing motive
Knows no fear
When downhill slide
Demands intent
And as intently as
His spirits ride
Through halls of snow
And hard packed trench
He flies
Like bluebirds
Picking fast
At the suet of life
And so the mountain beneath him
Speeds right past

Uniqueness
Oneness
Fullness soon

Is lost
Alone
Yet here with you

With memories
Skies
Call out
In all

Like birds
Begin
To fly
And then

With a sudden
Swift
And motion of night

It falls
And falls
To its own ignite

You walk in
and the world walks away
from whatever it was doing
for just a fragment of that day

There is no forward, no back, no other way
for this spherical, circular, world bent on its way
to keep on spinning any longer

In your orbit it stops
and absorbs your wandering radiance
as a warming sponge

For a moment at least
the greatest light of this universe concedes
and your radiance rivals the sun

Vance