CONSIDER THE SKY
Where do you travel
hidden in shadow, your black waves
in ecstasy, churning
under the broad, undulant wings
of Seraphim as they
carry you into the night?
Your scent, like cedar,
and the salt of the sea,
with hints of lavender,
wakes me to love.
How can I pretend to live
a normal life
when, in every open field,
every kiss of wind,
every blade of grass,
I hear the thunder of your sparkling mind
bursting in my chest?
From behind your veil
you satisfy your longing
delighting in miracles
as a child might dally
with her favorite toys.
I claim no part
in these greater works of your industry,
yet some glistening light
in the corner of your eye
fixates on me, always
mesmerized
What is there but this—
this beautiful stranger
that by some divine calculus
quite beyond me
names me love?
Everything pales to it.
All other lives are but
the games of children
too afraid to honestly
consider the sky
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