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.