Uncrossing
I dreamt my bones burnt bright as stars
against the shadow–corpse of night
and all the Earth lay silent as the grave:
we are nature – steeped in nature’s rage;
we are madness veiling madness
emptied wilderness and the moon's dawn–fear
bid my skin to rise – and rise – and rise again:
to settle over distant mountains, hidden valleys
to cover yearning, to uncross each blessing, but,
in dreams and ever waking hours I reach for you
and the shadow of your arm moves against me
and pupils, like black holes, seek to contain me
unveiling ever darker parts of a Universe.
I fell into you – again and again and again – into
the blue of your eyes, the inflection of each sound
[so unlike Man, so much like God]
reach for me now, reach for me, reach for me.