We missed the snow fall
due to already having fallen into
a drunken stupor of worship and fullness.
Awoke to the sweet burn of a sentiment
I could only swallow.
Ingest and pause to feel the affect
of the medication of
devotion.
A forever kind of love.
Journey from beyond this time.
I will not effort to try to remember.
Simple acceptance of my pulse
and the blood that has been returning
to you since I awoke from a slumber.
This heart has missed a few cycles as
she was tucked deep in a hollow.
A she-bear’s eternal winter.
For so long, the delusion of waking
was only a trickery
of what is actually whole
and contented.
The beloved has always held me.
In the arms of another I now recognize
the magnitude of the softest strength.
A brilliant prayer might be
to know you in all I see.
To become familiar that each flurry
that passes is an offering of reverence
for all that is so exquisite.
