Transept

What would I do if I were me, surrounded
By lines of invisible electricity that find us
Wrap light blue fire around and bind us tight
No hope of help from being grounded...
This fire faintly seen carries our souls
Soaring slightly heaven-bound
The air is clean and buries the past in distance.
We once who wandered lost are found taking flight
Broken stained glass brushes past as we pass through,
Mountains of cumulus spread heaven over blue:
Doubt with silver-lining filled with white,
Once you and me...now we: what have we become?
From fears riven, given release, peace and freedom.
We arc circles on skin with slender fingers
With whispers of confession and expression
In the dark, tender affection lingers...
Wind whips past spinning us in a delirious dance.
Just when we thought love left us and it was too late
Cherubim solemnly stare, dare us with one last chance,
And Gabriel's fire flares guiding us to the Gate.
Thundering horses' hooves and the tip of a lance
Defeat my defenses pierce my heart with an ache
Leaving me to bleed my heart an empty expanse
Snow turns red under the turning wheel of fate
And turning we find each other under the transepts
Of a stone church, stained glass, and soaring spires.
Our bodies all temples and gardens and free:
Like the holy place of Gethsemane where Jesus wept.
His Tears mix with the flame of desire and make steam:
Vapors hot and heavy weave dream in the air...
False laws fade in the sun and rules are over-stepped.
Turrets line the towers guiding smoke and prayer
To God's ear from candles, clasped hands, and altar fires.
We bloom and are not flowers but a field of roses.
Azure angels attend us sent by cerulean sires...
One window is broken, two wounds are healed, one door closes.

2.14.2006