Muse in the sky

a crystal clear view, a mosaic of light, shadow and painted, layered memory

Shrouded from the window pane of the

Bright pale sky

Glass that was created from the skilled master

In between the layers, will I find

Will I find you, my deepest

Truest claim to

My very Neshama...

I had to hold mine in shackles, dear one, for forever & a day

But your crackling webs of torrential charity and grace

Unlocked it

Letting my wispy, dried out breath

Fill up with cucumbers and ripening melons

And I regarded you

In the stumbling atmosphere, your lightning fingertips

Creating fertility and strength throughout the heavens.

I uncover your mountain-mirror-eyes

So deep, like milky

Starlight

And sleep in your Goddess embrace

Until sun is upon us...

And day has woven our love

Into sight.