In the subtlest caress of
The morning sunlight
In the frozen drops of dew
Lacing fragile cobwebs
In the fragrance of fresh citrus
On my fingertips
In the hint of a smile, in
A resurfacing memory
In the calm of end of night
Where all dreams run free
In waking up with a calm
Suffusing the breath in me
In peace even in restlessness
Even In velvet shadows, I see
In a thousand leaping, reaching
Dancing tongues of flame
In the smoke, and in the ashes,
From whence they came
Even in the silence, between
My two heartbeats
I can hear, I can hear
I can hear
Absolute clarity, like single peal slicing through the stillness.
Like a thread of ripples rolling across a pool, to end in nothingness.
Like motes of dust swirling in a single illuminating ray.
Like midnight moonlight. Like waking dreams.
Like a voice. Your voice.
You ask why I find a new facet I like, every day
This is why. I see you more lucidly, and myself too.
And all the curtains fall away…