Sheltering in a lacuna
You breathe in
What are you thinking?
As my mind wanders onto a random memory
That suddenly becomes
Immortal.

At what point did you
Lovingly
Decide to turn my thought into
A jewel beset
in an imperfect storm?

And what of the flutter in my heart
Past a white night
That danced to the music of the irascible one
Marking the ceremony
That etched my skin?

Measure and will
Do bow to angels teeming a stage
Wondering
Am I here?
Am I gone?
Will there be?