Meet Me Here



I stand, my fingers gnarly now,

a vast plain round me

blue arc above.

I wait

silence round me complete.


A voice behind

causes me to turn

and turning

I stir my own voice.


A breath,

it curls out from me



merges with the voice

I heard behind.


It is the voice of a fellow traveller

One who dwells

deepens the Light

in her shining.


Her arms are smooth,

skin alive, hair

as yet the colour of night.


Eyes lock

the same eyes,

ancient eyes, knowing eyes.

In the depth of eyes we fuse,

the wrinkled and smooth-fleshed.


There is no barrier in Light,

only meeting,

dwelling, lingering in Love.

On a vast plain, blue arced sky above

it happened. And it is so.

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