Shuttering like an eye,
Come to me as you once
Were, fly into truest sun
And be reborn in flesh,

Be cradled unto wings,
Proffered from above,
Let the lit earth remove
Itself from unbridled soul,

Fall into love so deep
That the moon is sunk,
Travel with winged dream
Over the vastness of seas,

Old as creation, young
As love in windy looks,
New as a swaddled babe
Wrapped in sheet of sky,

Never wanting to land
On any mortal soil, never
To sully any heavens by
Such seep into wakings,

Muck on a spinning rock,
Where gravity traps one
Slouch of soul after another
With arms begging to sky.

I was once
Your rose,
Lap of bloom,
As we laid
In the meadows,
Water beading
On petals,
Your breaths
Opening
My flower.

And rains
Linked down
From heaven
Into the cup
Of my love,
Held on a stem,
You grew
Into the sky
And I fell,
Frail, deeper
Than you,
Yet higher we
Climbed,
With thorns
Under bud.

We came to
Shudder in light,
To see dawning
Destroyed, move,
Into mold days,
We past, grew,
Such flung scent,
Fragile beauties,
By burnish blush
Of faded bloom.