I called to thee into the blackness of the
night, but only echoes answered back ~
and all was still again.
I called to thee in the brightness of a new
day, but songs of birds were all that
answered my plea.
And then I called to thee from deep within
my heart, and lo, you stood before me,
A vision transformed and clothed in
radiant garments of love,
Your hair with woven strands of moonbeams
Your eyes reflected there, the starry depths
of the firmaments.
What magic elixir was this, that out of all
the earth and sky, I found thee not,
But only when I searched within, I found
that from the substance of my soul and,
added to the chalice of my life –
Became thy form.
And so, I found the shining secret way to life;
A place where dwells the longings of my heart.
And now I call not in the blackness of the night,
Nor do I listen from among the call of birds
for one sweet note from thee.
For always there within, thou art before me
and, holding clasped within thine arms
all things held dear.
That if but I can thus create – then can
each and every one.
For if this substance of our thoughts, becomes
so melded with the soul, then grows the
vision of life.
A temple or a tombstone, or again a vision,
oh, so lovely and so fair,
Who takes us by the hand and leads us on
to places yet undreampt –
A fairness not beheld by mortal eye; for such
a place may well be Heaven, where
dreams are born into the substance of our lives.
Excerpt from “The Anthenium“
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