Aurora, leave the crystal Beneath the leaven bread. Shine the last light on the Tabernacle rising in the desert as the blood red sun Lays darkening shadows Upon the wall. 3000 birds rise with night,
I lift among them, I am among the stars. Aurora, I love your countenance spilling across the stars, As we lapse into pink clouds Rising in the East.
I lift the Chalice to the sky. I follow the river rising, Silken, it shines darkly Among the ruins. The river is the water and the way. I run with it faster, faster, I rise above it, among them.
Aurora, I see you in the granary, Rising with the barn swallow. The white sunlight Lifting wheat and chaff, Catching the sun between the slats. Aurora, take me with you To the place I cannot go, The place behind the sun, The moon, The stars.
One of my earlier poems when it all started coming together.