I met you in the gallery of stars

And drank the ether of your eyes.

Sense. Sight.

My wares obliterate.

 

Beyond the orchard walls

You became my soul, at the water’s edge.

Let us go then you and I

Out across the waves and pastures

Of the sinking world.

 

Come and rest your head awhile.

My memory is hazed adrift.

As the cloud parts from the blissful shore,

My joy departs to thee.

 

Sleep in the solitude of my love’s cascade,

And wake in the shroud

Of all things beyond the blessed.

Endless joy assured,

My one. My truth. My love.

 

For Noah and Charlotte

 

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