Did you alight
upon late morn

embracing scattered spectra:

a dimness
flown
about her wake

as vaunted prism
here did break...
her tantric grasp

of steamy mists adrift
there blown;

as they arose...
among their own

and to the sightless,
mindless drones
appeared the hinted arrogance
of bloated thought

that blends
about

in stilted runs,

'mid filtered
waters fought
through vivid waves
replete with knowing

in boundless waters
overflowing;

that what appears so shallow
to the few

in truth is depth
of passion
that they simply never knew!

And they shall envy us
as you
shall touch the edge
of ashen
corners; jagged - unredeemed;
and you shall
make them live anew.

A touch; a glance,
is all they'll see

and yet, for me...
alas will melt away
all the desperate pain
of pretense and of hollow lies;

dissolving sugar;
immersed; consumed;
cleansed amid the softened rain,
from unknown heights of faultless skies.

The veil is ripped...
and now released a matchless,
golden hue

and to the eyes of those
who know...
appears the entrance;

awaiting those who chose,
and beckoning them through

a haven; perfect parapet...
along a pathway, straight and true .

Copyright (c) 2005 Mason and Swanson