My God, my God
I hear you speaking to me through
the universe at every turn
I pray upon the day of the eclipse
that this be my autumn
Thunder Road take me home!
I pray this not wishful
interpretation of the music of the air
The gliding revisionist peace of
what things could be
Praying upon the wind like hollow
reeds
I see such fire in the twilight
beckoning me to dance
How I hope she has felt such a stir
Such a fire lit that she cannot help
but announce
That which was her shackle is now
freed and it be not
Her disinclination but repression
removed
I pray upon the dawning blood of
timeless shadow
My god, my God
Please be with me as I flow in my
meditative journey
That she is the love I have long been
blind
To feel one not cooed in my written
lawyering,
But released by that which always
had the skeleton key
Grief like a labor quelled to abide
in that which the power of two
Diminishes to rubble mesh for a
garden of the morrow’s crop
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