Friday, March 7, 2014

Genesis 29: In Writing

and the path unfolds
back to the place before

Tangled time drawing together
do I sleep
or do I waken?

The sun is high
yet vanishing
the stone flits from my fingertips

you appear
my distant vision
and my soul quickens
in reverberation

the well opens
within me
deep waters
haunted by reflections
telling me that all is gathered together
that return to its place



You are my time
and my desire
my dream
and impending loss

You are the light
that disappears with morning,
the fugitive beam refracted
in the rolling waves of ewes
in the whispers of the wind
in the floating stone
the gaping waters

your lips touch mine
a quenching kiss
I wake,
and you are someone else

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