Hush. Do you hear her footfall
upon the shimmering of dawn?
Did you feel the light touch of the maid of magic
casting spells into the fountain of your sleep?
In secret she has woven you into her dreams,
she has untangled your hair from the darkness
and now as the morning she appears
opening the gate of your soul to this new day.
All night you have delved with her
exploring the curve and niche of enchantment
where the bell of desire rang deep hidden
in the hollow of that occult embrace.
The gleaming of her delicate adornments
have nuzzled your heart into a love song
that is laid bare as a promise
in the nativity of this quickening light.
And now the daybreak has gathered together
particles of a subtle rapture to be her dress
in the dew and filigree of sunrise
disclosing twilight in the lacewings of becoming.
Here in the pre-dawn she walks between the worlds
remembering for you the trysting of immortal limbs.
She offers her body into form again,
an amulet of her spirit in the fields of time. |
