Twice, we lay
Once under roof,
Once under star-skies,
Needing no cotton to cover us,
For your wings, now white-silk
Covered us both,
And had unfolded again.
You, who knows only now,
Yet whose flight spans an aeon
And a hundred-million more,
As if Eternity were but a playful second’s breath,
You see, not mirages,
But the shimmer of water,
Real as it cascades over your skin,
From tears, wetted lips, and the clear-cool
Drink of Love’s faery-flow.
Swim once more, along those wind-paths
You made, Where air is as water,
And possibility rushes to meet the present,
From Future’s crystal call.
There’s no history in these currents,
That do not cry out to be embraced
With your wonderful gaze of wanting;
Your fingertips are touching once again,
And the air is alive with spirit-electric life,
Just one naughty glint in your eyes will
Once more remake the world.
Take this offered hand.