A near lifetime spent
Separately,
Struggling in the outer gloom,
Blind to the direction of our
Stars.
We were as two poles pointing
Out to divergent destinies,
Yet somewhere
Joined,
Crossed,
Connected by a thread of
Healing innocence.
Our graced past grafted into
Our pressing, every day
Present.
It would be many rotations before
Our paths converged again,
As space folded back onto itself;
Points in the sky measured by
Blue shift velocities.
Light was now coming back to us with
Sparks sent in spontaneous
Expression.
Our lives beaming
Possibilities and common purpose,
Responding to an
Archetype in the merging
Of night and light.
There but for a moment,
Ourselves in silent symmetry,
Cradled together
In a fraught darkness;
A darkness familiar but
Finally changed --
For it did not pass in stoic solitude, but
In a kind of shared striving.
But this charged darkness had a
Lover in light, through the window of night,
Carried by a forest breeze.
A heavenly radiance,
Spread out and lingering
In the cool air of our mountain wilderness.
Luminous and palpable as a
Seraph in our midst.
This light caressed and blessed
The human unity between us.
This sparkle of time lived
In the pure embrace of
Requited longing.
We found ourselves together, completed,
Strengthened in mutual support.
Separate poles in this
Close space.
Sensually spherical ---
A new world spinning on a strange axis,
Turning in the moon light,
Coursing through a universe of our own divining.
We were present in a plane where
Dark and light, cool and warmth,
Silence and expression,
Time and eternity, here and there,
Familiar and singular,
Spirit and body were married, fused in joy,
Dancing in delight, singing and laughing and
Speaking words in soul sound,
Exultant.
There, in that same close space,
We were revealed in the tender pleasures of love and
In the hot tears of compassion and regret.
Finally changed,
Finally crossed and
Finally blessed,
We were finally together
In that dark wilderness;
Between mountain and sky,
Under moon and heaven light.
Shining.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
A near lifetime spent
Separately,
Struggling in the outer gloom,
Blind to the direction of our
Stars.
We were as two poles pointing
Out to divergent destinies,
Yet somewhere
Joined,
Crossed,
Connected by a thread of
Healing innocence.
Our graced past grafted into
Our pressing, every day
Present.
It would be many rotations before
Our paths converged again,
As space folded back onto itself;
Points in the sky measured by
Blue shift velocities.
Light was now coming back to us with
Sparks sent in spontaneous
Expression.
Our lives beaming
Possibilities and common purpose,
Responding to an
Archetype in the merging
Of night and light.
There but for a moment,
Ourselves in silent symmetry,
Cradled together
In a fraught darkness;
A darkness familiar but
Finally changed --
For it did not pass in stoic solitude, but
In a kind of shared striving.
But this charged darkness had a
Lover in light, through the window of night,
Carried by a forest breeze.
A heavenly radiance,
Spread out and lingering
In the cool air of our mountain wilderness.
Luminous and palpable as a
Seraph in our midst.
This light caressed and blessed
The human unity between us.
This sparkle of time lived
In the pure embrace of
Requited longing.
We found ourselves together, completed,
Strengthened in mutual support.
Separate poles in this
Close space.
Sensually spherical ---
A new world spinning on a strange axis,
Turning in the moon light,
Coursing through a universe of our own divining.
We were present in a plane where
Dark and light, cool and warmth,
Silence and expression,
Time and eternity, here and there,
Familiar and singular,
Spirit and body were married, fused in joy,
Dancing in delight, singing and laughing and
Speaking words in soul sound,
Exultant.
There, in that same close space,
We were revealed in the tender pleasures of love and
In the hot tears of compassion and regret.
Finally changed,
Finally crossed and
Finally blessed,
We were finally together
In that dark wilderness;
Between mountain and sky,
Under moon and heaven light.
Shining.
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