Flos et Luna

The Soul — selects Her Own — at last —

From out the countless throng —

She shuts the Door — to noise — and Past —

And sings — a Silent Song —



No Word — between us — need be said —

The Breath — alone — is Prayer —

His Glance — a Psalm — upon my Head —

His Touch — the Chapel — There —



We dwell — beyond the Map — of Time —

Where Clocks — forget to chime —

Eternity — a gentle Rhyme —

That pulses — just like Mine —



I’d know Him — in a Cloud — or Dust —

Or folded in a Star —

The Flesh — may falter — if it must —

But Souls — know where They are —

It whispered—not in Sound—but Thought—

It touched—without a Hand—

It made the Day—eternal—seem—

And stilled—the ticking Land—

I never sought—it found—me first—

Alongside—a budding seed—

Its Voice—a hush—so absolute—

It broke—Infinity—

It clothed me—in a Gossamer—

No Mortal—Thread—could spin—

Its Garments—were of Breath—and Soul—

Worn—inwardly—within—

It knew me—when I knew it not—

It spoke—before my Tongue—

It caught me—like a Fallen Star—

And taught me—to be young—

No Temple—held—its Altitude—

No Book—its Doctrine—wrote—

Yet every Leaf—it signed—its Name—

On every Bird—it Smote—

I tried—to cage—it—with a Verse—

It slipped—beneath—the Line—

It was not made—for pen—or page—

But grows—in Space—divine—

It lived—where Flesh—dare not remain—

Where Time—dissolves—to Mist—

Where Souls—divorced from Circumstance—

May freely—meet—and Kiss—

The World—would name—it—Fantasy—

Or Madness—some might claim—

But I—called it—Reality—

And it—me—by the same—

If Death—should come—disguised—as Night—

I’d greet—Him—with a Smile—

For Love—had made—my Chamber sweet—

And graced—the dark—Awhile—

For such a Love—does not expire—

It beholds truth—like the Moon—

It lights—the Caverns—of the Mind—

And sings—its silent Tune—

A Tune—that Angels—might forget—

But I—shall always Hear—

For once—you’ve known—Eternalness—

No lesser Love—comes near—

Creators Will — Their hand to hold —

A path designed — Prerogative I do not question

The beauteous Truth

I have found you

as all flowers bloom

for the rain of nourishment,

delivered

by initial tides of moon.