17 Jan

I so remember what I saw 

in your open running skies. 

filling me with light 

only to withdraw 

into a chamber of the mysteries. 

In my lovers’ skin I felt your form. 

In the sun and moon I met your eyes.

In their absences it dawned on me 

I live inside a storm 

whose ending is a mystery. 

Everywhere, I see you. The mother ages 

and the baby cries. 

The contemplation brings a high 

followed by the blues 

followed by another round of mysteries. 

I so remember what I saw. 

Blowing like a schoolday breeze. 

That moment I desire once again.

But perfect union never will return. 

This too is of the mysteries.

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