Into the Music of Heaven Undefiled and Pure

For Rena

My own Beloved, who knows dearness like I do

What shall we say of loving-kindness?

This life-breath we weave in

 

Saving kisses for angels to see

An entire life, of soul-mate longing

For this dear-flat earth echoes still

 

In the finer parts of our genetic-neurons

These bonds that move us to

Beauty & truth, the master-hand

 

These oaths we take to love not blindly!

In friendship’s wide credence of open eyes

The fond lifted voice of music

 

My own Beloved, we are the heir to those notes!

So let thy mouth water and reconcile

The many gathered flowers from

 

North to south, from East to West

The months we call by pet-names

And weeks where we came together, and parted.

 

23.12.2012