[Unable to display image] Writing Poetry 16 I have had a last look at this day. The twilight is wedding Her white dress to the dark. The poetry of Her beauty
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, Feb 14, 2003
Writing Poetry 16
I have had a last look at this day.
The twilight is wedding Her white dress to the dark.
The poetry of Her beauty is returning to starlight.
There the Beloved veils Herself in the sky
to be the longing of the night.
Deep are the steps of this world.
And deep the heart that hungers to be naked
that the stars themselves will blush
for the desire of love to be seen in the bed of union.
If I pray too loudly now
I shall wake the dead past.
Better to sing of my empty heart
so that the world may grow so invisible
that only Her poem can be touched
by Her mystery.
Copyright Eric Ashford Feb. 2003.
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