A fine mist filled the room
the moment she began singing
Covering my presence;
concealing all that is congenital
in me
--and the years and years and years
of my family-laid, dysfunction..
Of the harm, inherent in me
Of the damage to her Beautiful-Everything
I can do..
(Things are not OK
when my war-torn D N A
comes into play.) .....
I open the door and walk into the room.
Small fingers slowly sliding off of keys
as her glowing face falls,
now turns ashen
An instant, Ichabod-like undoing
turning Steam, into stone..
And still I reach for her;
the thin fabric of her dress
the only barrier between us--
..keeping the oils of our skin
from blending together
(the angel closes her eyes..
as the Glory that was hers
is now hiding in the corner
of the room)
I am weeping now--
This beautiful Lovedream..
This one perfect chance
since the day I was born;
For my deeply-protected spirit
to intertwine with that
of another..
Over the keyboards I reach
as I press myself to her..
there is a danger here..
--as much for her
as there is for me.
Through the tremble,
I am so incredibly
uncertain
Yet still I gaze at her--
consumed, by Spirit-crave.....
(Small hands slowly
reach around me..
Those beautiful orbs, for eyes
staring, so intently--
..A cherub-like face
around me, peering..
--Those eyes now closing
As gifted fingers on keys
bring forth the most perfect
tune.)
And suddenly
a whole world, treacherous
becomes immediately safe.
For all the moments, never known
'cause he stepped off of the tallest sail
for all the love he left below in the waves
He made his peace with letting go
said some things he'd never dared to say--
the one the Lighthouse left alone;
. . .
Til a set of eyes had pinned him
became his version of a Kingdom
Now I know they'll never hunt me
When she's singing to me, "Glory"
(And a hopeful rhythm woke within him)
She's singing to me, "Glory"
(Had some letters written, 'course she's in 'em)
I was only ever thinking 'bout you, you know--
.. singing to me, "Glory;"
A set of eyes had pinned him
Became his version of a Kingdom..
She's everything the devil can't be
when she's singing to me... Glory.
https://youtu.be/ZRzhTiaO83o
Perfection, encased
in the most beautiful spirit-temple
