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This is the pen
that walks across the borders of reality
in Nature’s hand begotten,
not with wilful recipe,
but with the force that drives on
trembling fingers to spell obscenities
on lavatory walls
and beg for mercy against a Judgement Day.
Newsprint tells you
how to write for profit,
and how to pass examinations
but not to scribble
in the margins of Tom Tiddlers ground
where words play with gold and silver.
The Snow-bird comes
to find a mate in reeded banks
before the Winter floods subside:
and when the sun-dried rushes
bend apart the new green shoots,
his beating wings will make a space
to foster her fidelity.
There she will make a nest
in which to lay the burden of fertility
till feathered quills unfold
that tell of a Winter’s labour.
Listen to the sound of water
flowing into lines that lead to inland seas,
where fishes spawn and diving birds
fulfil Spring duties to their young.
Stay with me to the end,
and we will consummate a new beginning
to old Love.
I fell down yesterday
into a tomb,
and what do you think I could do
to get myself out?
I lay on the earth stunned.
Then in moved the saints
with their milk-white wings
and peripheral commitment.
After them
came a host of horrified hands.
Then feet
that trampled on my wounded mind.
I couldn’t tell in the dark
who caught my hand
and lifted me up.
Was it you?
I feel no broken parts,
The matrix is unchanged,
It’s just that my breath is fitful,
and my thoughts are uncollected.
Listen in the dark
to the drum-beat
and small feet
running in passages.
Are you deaf?
said the heart
to the silence,
or do you need bells
to ring in your ears
to wake you?
My body’s for nobody
now that I’m old
for who will love my tired feet
and fallen breasts?
The recipe for grace has beaten me,
and I no longer flush with shame
for my transparent heart
now that the flame has left my skin
and dances with the wild
wild shadows on the wall.
This is the point of contact
where the burning flash of a short-circuit
chars flesh to the bone.
The mind distraught with pain
flies from the cataclysmic force.
Gas central heating presents no problems,
but accommodation for original fire
needs a hearth for safety.
That’s the rub
fire burns.
My blistered fingers shake
with fear of the spark
that lights the flame
or fades.
Now the cold months are here,
and I long for a hearth
to hold my blazing fire.
Hardened steel
in a surgeons’ hand
lets blood for life,
and circumscribes
the route to the heart
Splintered bone
and torn flesh
tell of a fall
in the dark
Helpless and bound,
blood flowed to the earth
and Death stood ready
to cover the grave;
till countered by
the blood of your heart,
the fall was my beginning.
In Gethsemane,
grey olive trees bear singing birds
and the sun casts the shadows of the day.
Scented thyme, crushed by heavy-laden feet,
smells sweet in Gethsemane.
Purple flowers on stoney banks,
that shelter the lizard and the toad,
softened the road to Calvary.
There is no protection for the open heart,
save love.
It guides the surgeon’s knife
and seals the children’s fate;
It lightens the load on tired feet
and drives believers to the stake.
He sits reflecting
behind his gleaming glasses,
listening.
Sometimes to the croaking frog,
sometimes to sounds that rise
from the hammer and the saw,
or the whine of the high-speed drill
in my heart.
He sleeps
when the sun is brightest,
and wakes in the shadows of dreams.
Beauty stirs him to worship,
and love is the vessel of his universe.
He is me and I am he.
The pumping of my heart
I fill
I fill
I fill
tells of the restoration
of a damaged valve,
and the force that sends life
to tired limbs and lightens the load
borne in solitude.
Now that the hangman’s noose
has parted Body and Head,
the claims of life and death
have dropped their trap.
Do you hear what I’m saying? –
Hang flowers on the gibbet.
Swing bells on the rope of the Executioner
and ring a peal for Spring.
Speak of understanding in music,
play words on the telling strings,
and love will orchestrate new images
and order for this resurrection.
The music in my blood
forces me to dance
though rats gnaw my hair awhile.
Melodic line transposes rhyme
and tottering feet lurch
and spill their message from the Gods.
Sound the drums!
The changing steps are ready
to perform a new quadrille.
It is time for the Maypole game,
when boys and girls ring round
with ribbons flinging out and back again,
their swinging course circling the ancient tree.
But now this day of liberty
is lost in a calendar of holidays,
my music has become a lunacy.
OnceIfell
wheretheblueflowersgrow
caughtinthehyacinthfoldsofSpring.
Waterranbymossybanks
withoutdirection
orpromiseofrenewal,
onlyforpleasureinthegreengrowth.
SomuchforloveinSpring.
Nowyellowleaveshavecome
togildtheExitgates
wherewemustgobycrossingpaths,
andchangingwindswillswingourdestiny.
RoundthebendIgo
onareturnjourney
tothelandwhereIwasborn
intothestormofwar,andleftto
gofarfromthelandofhome-bakedpie
tothedesertlifeofcitystreets
andFather’sruinedhopes.
DidyousayMother?
ButtherewasnoMother
inthechillofcoldporridge.
Gnarledbonesofthewitheredtree,
hungwithMother’swatchandchain.
Evergreen.
Nevergreen.
Daysofmilk-teeth.
fingersintothisandthat.
NoNo,notthatagain,
notthatagain.
Hogmanaybroughtoatengifts,
andFirstFootingstilled
thechildren’scryingfortheOldYeargone.
Giveapenny,
takeapenny,
Beggarsatthewitheredtreegreet
andgreet.
(Scottishdialect.
Greet=Cryout)
Thiscat’sallegiancetothehearth
definesahomewithin.
Herninelivessavedher
fromthehungrydogs,
tillthesheathedclaws
ofhersoftpawsfound
safecustody.
Aloneshetakestheroutes
sheknowswillbringherback
towaitherheart’sreturn.
GodmadeEve
fromasparerib,
thebutcher’scut
forFather’sdinner.
BloodoftheFather
stainsforalleternity,
andsomeoftheMother
carrythewound.
Whereareyougoingto
myprettymaid?
I’mgoinga-fishing,Sir,
shesaid,
sincethere’snomilk
forFather’sgirl
Nomilkatall.
Thenwhataboutsome
Pitch-and-Toss
downinthehay?
ONo,shesaid,Sir,
Imustbemyfather’sdinner
ever-more
top-sideup
overneckandchops
withtheoffalonthefloor
Mybelly-fullofyesterdays
liesheavywithouturgency
tostirmysluggishbowel.
Myopenmouth
iscrammedwithfollies
andmyspittledrywithfear.
Ihavedrunktoomuch.
Myheadfallsonmyhand.
Mymindbesotted
reelswithstars.
Mybodyails.
Grieftricklesfrommymouth,
andshameblindsmyeyes.
Keepheartformeinmydecay
whenallmymembersshrink,
andpalsystealsmysteadyhand.
Pleasecutastickformetolean
onwhenmyshouldersbend
andfindalittlestool
toholdmytiredfeet.
Wasitgoldordross
intheup-turnedcrock?
Themeasureofmytears
islostinthetorrentoffloodwater.
IusedtoknowthatWinterended
whengrowthcircledmyyear,
notanymore.
Thefrostinmyhair
isnot|Winter.
Thechillinmyheart
isnotice.
Whatisagebutforever
whenspringhaspassedby?
Beyondthecataclysm,
Bewilderment,liesandfalsealignment.
Thereisthestuffoffortitude.
Whereinthisworldismoderatedpain
saveattheMother’sbreast?
“Igaveawaymysilkendressforashes,
andmygoldenringforlove”shesaid,
“togetherwiththegemsthatflashlight
indarkness.”
Fidelity,infidelity
thatfillheartswithdoubt
begentlewiththismind
tillplayersfindtheirpartsagain
inthisimmortalstory.
Theroadsarecrossed
inNo-man’sland
farfromthegardenofGethsemane.
Wehavenostakeinlove;
wethatshowthewayarevirgin
inthehiddenentrancetotheheart.
You’llfindusinbrightlights
andmusic
singingoldwordsoflove,
stagedslightly.
byticketentrytoamemoryofjoy
Whospeaksforthevictim?
Ortheunclean?
Thewebbthatholdsherfast
floodlit,needsastage
toregisterimpunity…
andmakeapactwithLove.
ForLoverunsthrough
thestreetsatnight,
scatteringtickets
forjourneystodiscover
ice-packedfortune,
goldenrain,
andriversflowingupwardstothesun,
andleavetolieanddream.
Therearethose
whoareborntosleep,
andthreadthroughtheday
tellingtheirbeads
astheypassstations
setoutbytime
andhoursofregularemployment.
Therearethose
thattrustintheday’sreturn,
andplenty.
Somemovecrab-wise
alongside-streets,
awayfromthemain-thoroughfare,
butI,fearfulofloss,
standstill.
Heisnotdead,
mymid-nightcaller
buthaschangedthetimeforlove
today-lighthours.
Hecouldbetheplumber
orthemeterman.
Youwouldn’tknowthatEros
isahandy-man
theone-timejoker,
andPrinceofSleep.
BeforeIwoke,
andsawhimthere,
Hespokesongsofever-lastinglove
intomyear,
sweeterthansweet,
andsharperthanthesword,
thatswingsOrion’sloins
acrosstheskyonWinternights
andstolemyyouth.
Youareforalltime,
mygentleman.
Soundandspaceputustogether
whensightandtouchfailedus.
Thecupfromwhichwedrink
isheldbyunseenhands.
Ourlamp-litvisionmoves
withtheshadowsonthewall,
stirringnewimagesfromoldillusions.
Youholdmytruth,
notskillorwit,
norevenbeauty’sdyingflame.
Inhonour,
weshallshowourbest,
Inlove,
provefaith.
Didyouknow
thatbellsareringing
undertheice-boundlake?
Maybeyouhavetostoptohearthem
wherethewaterfallsfree
inthewarmsun,
andrunshead-longthroughbanks
burstingwithgreensong
intothefathomlesssea.
Soslowdotheglaciers
movefromtheheights
intowarmvalleys.
Deep-frozenandsun-bled,
blue-jawscrackontherockhardbed
thatspansathousandyears.
Mostly,
purpleflowerscomefirst
aftertheWinter,
thenyellowforSpringdays
orblue.
PinkbudscomeinMay,
andinhighSummer
crimsonhasaturnaswell.
ButscarletAutumnburnsme
onitssacrificialwheel.
Fruitfalls
bereftofpickers
inoldorchards,
ripefordecay
untiltheday
whenapplecheeksaredust,
andalltheleaves
havevanishedinthewind.
Mynamehasescapedme,
blowndownthestreet
withthedustman’sleavings.
Itisnotregistered
insoundorform,
norinthetelephonedirectory.
Mywordsareflyinginprofusion
tossingandturningblindly,
singingorcrying
atthetouchoflove;
playingwithfire,
andrunningfeet,
skippingwherethesmallwavescross
intheshallows–
scatteringoptionsintheroaringsurf.
Mythoughtsarelost.
Takecareofme,Love,
andneverfearthatIshall
leaveyouinmyriperyears,
orplaytheinfidel.
YouandIshalllodgetogether
inonehouseforevermore
topraiseourmatchlessdays;
formarriagebindsinmortalstate
andLoveinspell-boundimmortality.
Lighthousesignalsandanglesmeeting
onanavigators’chart
spelldirectionmeasured
fromthematrixofthecompassbearing.
Mypurposefadeseachtime
thesunfallsintoshadow.
Notsothehumblebee
whoplotsherhomingcourse
hourbyhour,
flowerbyflower,
ladenwithsweetintent
tostoreagainsttheWinterhardship.
Ihavelostmyvoice
andallthoseuntoldsongs
thatrise
andfall
inwaves
breakingontheshore.
Maybeitfellover-board
intothemercifulsea
andliesinsomesafeanchorage
farfromtheeyeofthewind.
Butdidyounotsay
youhearditcrying
withthegulls
thatfollowtheplough
whenthestormisatsea?
Stonesrattle
onthebeachedhull,
castbyroughwaves.
Bonespickedclean
byravenousgulls
aresuckedbythesea.
Didyouhearthestorm
inthenight
thatthrewheronalee-shore?
Ordidshejust
driftrudderless
off-course?
Butmaybelovethrewawayhisbow,
ortoreaparthiswings
tofindamortalform,
andfell,
foulofthewind.
Sheisgone.
Thereisnorecordofthedayshecame.
Wordsdriftdown
thetidalriver
whereshelay
inherbriefanchorage.
Tornfragmentsofmemories,
chasedbythescatteringwind,
makepatchwork
toemployoldfingersaftertea,
stitchingthepatternsofthehoneycomb.
Neversay
itwasherheartthatfailedher,
orthatitbroke.
NoNo
Itwasjustthathearts
werenothersuit.
HereAladdin’scave
narrowstotheneck
whereallmustkneeltoenter,
andgraspinghands
moveslowlyintothehollowdark.
Therearenosigns
ofmeasureddistance
ordetailsonceremembered
thatsoftenthedreadofnoreturn.
Thejewelsofthemind’s
wideopeneyes
thatshineinthelightofday,
castshadowsonthecavernwalls
andgrowdimwiththeslowmarchinward.
Nowgatherupyourwealth
togiveitup,
andstarttheJourney
madeindarknessandintrust.
Sinkinginthedepth
aloneIgo
driftingthroughgarbage
thrownoverboard.
Thereisnoshelterforthefallen
inthisone-waytide
ofshadowthatturns
thehandsoftime.
Lostandfound
foundandlost
aloneIgo.
Afterthemake-believe
comestheplain-song,
unaccompaniedanonymoussound
inarchedhollows.
Listen.
Windblowsinthepipes
Rainfeedstheguttergullies.
Silentfeetarebreakinginto
intorunningrhythm.
Omeasureyourfeetwithmine,
forfearhardensthefrail
arteriesthatleadfrommyheart.
Hillbelowhill
inbreak-necktorrents,
riversofSunrunwildinthevalleys
andcarrymeofffrommybed.
NobodyknowswhereI’vegone
forI’vegonetothelandofthedead,
joinedwitharmiesoffore-bears
thatmarchundersleep.
Wakinganddreaming
dreamingandwaking
pursuedbyre-newal,re-newedbypursuit,
theriversofSunrunwildinthevalleys
andcarrymeofffrommybed.
Takemedowndeep
underthegreenswellofsleep.
Takemedowndeep.
Light-limbedandfingerheld
floatingindesiresuspended
ribbonwreaths
willwaveinourhair
wherefishesspawn
andeelsbeneathkeels
followontheirancientcourse.
Tideswillbalance
gainandloss
andswingusgently
wherenoechosoundcanreach,
toandfro
toandfro
Takemedowndeep.
Avoiceinafaroffregister
said
Iamtherosepetalpipe
thataccompaniessymbols
andstringsofallusions
throughmultiplelevelsofsound,
andallthewhile
wordsaremakingtheirway
intoburstsofsong
fromthecrumblingofcommonsense.
Heiscaught
inthenetofthesea,
strangledbylimbs,
hisownlimbs
sinkingandfloating
inthetidaleyeofthemoon,
boundinhisMother’sblood.
Makenomistake,
itisagainst
thein-bornwasteshefightstofind
thering-catchofreleaseinto
thesoundlessswellofevergreen
bereavement.
Iseewiththebat’seyes
andflywiththebat’swings,
soundingthenightfordirection.
Day-lightroutes,
place-named
andnumberedformapentry,
signalcodesthatsendmerunning
tothecliffsofGadarene
andtheblindalleysofdeception.
Closetotheworld’send,
byborder-landsofnightandday,
Ilookedtofindyou,
tillnight-blinded
bytheexitoutofsleep
Ifellintothescorpion’spit.
Warheads
closedmein.
Isaw
thedoubletonguedrepeaters
spittingfire,
andair-bornmonstersscreaming
outofcloudsofdust;
earthbursting
involcanicfountains
forcingfugitivestorunfor
shelterinthewaysideditches.
Thenwitharoar
andlighteningflash,
stone
timber
andsplinteredglass
thrownhigh
bysomemalignantgiant
camecrashingdown.
Andstillmoredevastationcame
tomurderthemaimed
lestsomeonelivedtotellthetale
HatredmadeHell
onanunknownfront,
whenLoveexploded
andleftathousanddeaths.
Afterthetornado,restorationstarts.
Shufflingthroughrubble
inthewakeofsplinteredglass
fallenwallsandbrokentimbers.
Ipushmybloodylimbs.
Itwasformyprotection,yousaid,
thatthedemolitionorder
wasservedatshortnotice.
Ididnotseektoevictthethieving
Jackdawsorthegnawingratsthatfound
openwindowsandthedoorsajar.
Canyouseemethroughthedustandashes
orwillyoupassmeby?
Thekeystoneofmyshattered
heartislostintherubble.
Itwasformyprotection,
yousaid,
thatthedemolitionorder
wasservedatshortnotice.
Ididnotseektoevict
thethievingJackdaws,
orthegnawingrats
thatfoundopenwindows
andthedoorsajar.
Firerisk?
Therewasnofire,
orwarmthtolose
afteryou’dgone.
Becalmed,thePaterNoster
movesourlips
butwhenthewind
licksupthedog-tonguedwaves
tobaretheirfrothingteeth
wetrembleattheMother’swrath
andbegformercy.
Corruptible.
Incorruptible.
Weswingfullcircle
onthechangingtideforeveranchored
totheshyencountersofSunandMoon,
untilthedog-days’heatisdone,
andweshallrisedividedandasone.
Thefloatingcastaway
swingsonthenurslingwaves
tothesoundofsingingbelow.
There,wideopenmouthsshowpearls
andfishesriseandfall
toguardthecoralgates
thatleadtotheheartofMother.
Imprisonedthusthecastawayfloats
thiswayandthat,
searchingforlovetosethisspiritfree.
Deathcomestoo
acrossgreenfields,
hispurplecapinhand,
hisblacklocksblowinginthewind.
Hetakesthedyinginhisarms
andhangstheirgarlands
ineverlastinggroves.
You’llfindhiminthegoldenwine
andlaughter,
thegranaryandwisdom.
Hestandswithme
towatchnewlambsinSpring
andburningleavesinAutumn.
Heismyshadow
andgivesmemydimension.
Noslowmusic
willaccompanymyend,
ordrumsroll,withtrumpets
soundingovermygrave.
ONo,mycrownwillhang
wheretheblackthorngrows
andMagpieslaysorrow
withtheirtreasure.
Takemydeathlightly
whenitcomes,
forblackhasbeen
myfaithfulfriendsolong;
itframesmycolourandhonours
thebonesofallwhodream.
IsaidAmen
onthefirstdayofSpring
whenIsawtheclown
crucified.
Therewerenailspiercing
hisdancingfeet
andacapofthorns
forhiscrown.
Thelaughingmask
onhispaintedface
thatmadethechildrensmile
iswashedcleanbytherain
frommydrowningeyes
asIsitwithmygrief
atthetreewherehehangs
likealeaffromaSummergone.
OChristmasmystery
dry-boned
inEaster’sskeletaltruth,
cometobirthagain!
Miraclere-borninancientcreed,
LifeandDeathinwedlockbound.
Spiritcross-purposed
bemine!
Asinglebreath
gotmewithchild,
mouth-yieldofmylabour.
Shameholdsthebastardfast
againstthetime
whenallisknown
andthisourchildbecalledunnatural
abrain-childofillicitlove.
Ogivemestrength
tobeartheshaftsofignominy!
withouttheshieldyoustole
thedayyouleft.
HulloEgg!
Wherearethetrammelsofconceptiongone?
andthegeneticfervour
knownaslove?
Yoursimplebeauty,Egg,
isnomeanachievement,
andhidesthefirewithin
thatsetsthePhoenixflying
atthetimeappointed.
Thischild,
fatheredbylove
andfatherless,
hasturnedfull-circleinmywomb,
andgatheredstrengthtomove
head-strongintothedarkpassage
Sharpsignalspierceme,
andmyrushingbreathtellsofperil
stalkingthroughstretched
archespastbeatingdrumsthatmark
theprogressofthisscarletstranger.
Theslowmarchlabourson,
untilafaroffringinginmybrain
proclaimstheparting
andforgottenpowerforcestheexit
toyieldbeforethecrown.
Callupthefrost-boundstars
toshowertheirfire
incelebrationofthisbirth!
Whistleupthefourwinds
tomeetandswingthecradle,
gently,gently,
soweshallsleep,mychildandI
whilelovereturns
tolighttheblackenedsky.
Furthertomydreams
themarvelsofcreationlie,
noteasedinsleep
orsaplinggrowthonshelteredslopes,
butwheregreattrees
rootdeepintime
thatringsthehard-woodtrunks,
andswingstheirboughs
weightedwithgold,
atheightsdeterminedbygeneticcode
andrandompropagation.
Yesterdaythefountain-head
joinedusinpurpose
tillthisnew-bornchild
calledusfromlabourtoblindus
withwonderatthisproofoflove.
Inthemiddleofthecity
birdsrest.
Whynot?
Theycomefromallfourcornersoftheearth
tomeetinhonourofaRoyalBirth.
North,South,
Eastandwest,
theymatcharrivaltimes
andcircleonevenwings
tolandjostlingandshrill,
tosharetheirpointsofview
withNelsonandthelions.
Reason,purpose,virtuehangsuspended
Occasionreigns.
Knowingandnotknowing,thebirdshavecome
toleavethecentreforaflyingstart.
Curbtheforce
thattakesustothegrave
lestthebanksburst
andfloodthemeadowland.
Highwindsandtides
andforthrightwords
carrystrengthtobreakthrough
loadedlocksandbreachthedam
thatholdsthepowertogenerate
atransformation.
Sluicegatesyieldat
thelineofexit,
themill-racepoursinguidedflow,
andwherewillyoube,mymaidenlove,
whenthewheelstartsturningforme?
Thunderingfallsfilltheair
withparticlesofrainbowlight.
Incosmicsplendour
upleapstheSpectre
toclaimhisdiamondcrown
swingingonhisknees
hishugeknees
withflattenedthighsastride.
Uprisesthegoldenbulrush
fromitssilversheath,
andfromhisfeatheredtorso
springsthehead
withasingleeye
ablazewithfire.
Watchhimstirsleepersfromtheirdreams,
drawspiritsfrombarewalls
andopeneyesclosedindelusion.
Hismagicvoicewillrousethechildren’splay
withskippingwordsandsinginglines
inthewearyhoursoftime.
Whyhashecomesolate
towrestthepillowfrommyhead?
Nodepth,orspace,ortime
caneverclosehiminagain.
Themasterofillusion
looksfornewinvestment.
Comingdowntoearth
fromoutofthecloud-wrappedheights
totheashesofwastehours,
lostlinesandbrokenwords,
oneparticleremainstolightanotherfire.
Thebody’stouch
withtastesound,smellandsight,
renewshum-drumwaysofworkingdays
stoppingandstarting,
andcuttingcornerstofindnewroutes,
myrattle-bangbusproceeds
acrosshillsandvalleys
andknowsnolineofparting.
Aloneandtogether
Pilgrimsmaketheirway.
Waitingforthefishtorise
theWatcherholdshisbrief,
until
risingandfalling
fallingandrising
shefindsherfeetagain.
Shehasalucidlook
inhereyesagain
nowthetroubledwater
hasresumeditscalm.
Eyesclosedinblindness
haveregainedtheirsight,
forseeingaltersthemirrorimage,
andsleepreturnstoplumb
thedepthatnight.
Mylay-aboutsuit
wasfloweredwithpoppiesofthegrave.
Itwasaneataffair,
becomingtomyage,
andhidmytremblingheart.
Appraisingmyuncovering
mycounsellorscommendmyfortitude,
deflectingstrickenglancesfromthedoor.
Buttheseedsofdecay
aresetinfurrowedlines.
ThereisnoSpringrenewal.
Ihangbythethread
thatjoinsdeathandimmortality.
Thefabricofmyspendthriftlife
isdueforre-newal.
It’sthreadbarepatchesandburstingseams
haveseensomeserviceandsurvived.
Signsoffadingthatsoften
thescarsoffortuneandbetrayal,
hidestainsofnegligence.
Fearofexposuretothemid-daysun
thatburnsskin-deep,
isnotofthebrightlight,
butlossofsilentshadeforsongsters.
Letcolourcomewithspringingwords
andmyoldclothesout-livetheclaimsoffashion.
Leteveningcomewithsingingbirds
andnightrestoredimension.
Wewillleavetheworldoneday
we,theliving,
andotherswillcometolive
inourfamiliarplaces.
Childrenofthespirit,
orphansofconvention,
andthebewildered,
willmaketheirdailyjourneytothecity
ontrackslaiddown
byever-watchfulvigilants
fearfulofchange.
Yourfeetandmine,togetherforawhile,
travelwithoutconcessionaryfares
forareturnjourney.
Wewillgothroughdeserts,
scalemeasuredheights
andsinkinwatersofabysmaldepth.
Risingandfalling
sinkingandswimming,
Wego.
Dear Love,
that carries all my passion,
never leave me.
Tear aside the curtain of bewilderment
and call me by name.
Let my mark be your mark,
light as a feather
from the golden wing that touches
the eyes of lovers in their sleep.
And when they wake
fold sorrow in these lines
and join our hands in celebration.