Evangeline

Eden lies cool in the dusk of an eternal evening
Something you think God would have seen coming.
The Two Trees sigh though there is no wind
Even the twin images of God are missing,
Gap from the rib now a distant spiritual suture.
We are become factories of our actual histories.
Write with a life what will be read in the past's future:
Make it a Mystery, not what will be required of memory.
And put a shine on any present misery.

A musical certainty sings calling us to two lines...
Take the unraveled strings of yours and mine
And weave me and you into something new
Something colorful (maybe green and blue) and warm
A tapestry of you and me, a couple re-born,
And covered in this blanket of ourselves we flew.
"...there is such a thing as Magic..."
This is our will made to call forth power
Cool like chill frost on evening flowers
The Way is made plain this North Road none but ours.

Lay by the path when rest is what you need
after the heat of the day suffered like Mar's wrath
Find shade under evergreen at Forest's border
Remember sweeping Sycamores were once just seeds.

Our love is earnest embers struggling to glow again
From forgotton fires...

Above us and now behind, burns a December sun,
Around us flow wisdom and the Wind
bends leaves backwards brightening the world in light green
shapes and shades of wide or narrow leaves
With soft silver whispers...Eve warns of storms.

If you listen to her voice in the wind it is not frightening:
Free transcendence. She's been where we are from;
We need not fear bending trees, thunder, or the lightning:
in Eve's ascendence...an Angel she has become.

January, 2006