a crystal clear view, a mosaic of light, shadow and painted, layered memory
Shrouded from the window pane of the
Bright pale sky
Glass that was created from the skilled master
In between the layers, will I find
Will I find you, my deepest
Truest claim to
My very Neshama...
I had to hold mine in shackles, dear one, for forever & a day
But your crackling webs of torrential charity and grace
Unlocked it
Letting my wispy, dried out breath
Fill up with cucumbers and ripening melons
And I regarded you
In the stumbling atmosphere, your lightning fingertips
Creating fertility and strength throughout the heavens.
I uncover your mountain-mirror-eyes
So deep, like milky
Starlight
And sleep in your Goddess embrace
Until sun is upon us...
And day has woven our love
Into sight.
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