16. unnamed nature**

in which realm will two souls share a meeting?

in which reality will faith breathe and shape

forming unerased change never fleeting?

fancies evolved into thousand year landscapes

 

i thought i caught a glimpse in a fevered dream

a patient angel with no one to be her need

whose darkness aches for one to be her beam

but in rest we meet as believers freed

 

when eyes quietly confess what words need not share

and no morning light could blink away not there