an eloquence all her own

casting aside

the fragile blindness

encircling me
day-to-day

i stray past the distractions

grasping for my attendance

and discover the hallowed ground

of a quiet amazement

as the evening sky

adorned with

an age-worn resplendence

bends ever-so-close

to the place

where the field grass

cradles my head

unassuming

in an eloquence

all her own

she beckons with a clear but

silent parlance

to the voice

inside our souls

reaching to

pierce our realm

and the heart

we hide inside

to join her

in an utterance

unsheathed

with a glinting flash

of moonlit

expression

drawn in a

reverential stillness

yet crestfallen and

cut to the quick

she goes unnoticed

by the busybodies

and fashionistas

exhuming the agendas

that night always seems

to demand

but never you mind

she even now

unreservedly

persists to woo me

with the dexterity

of a practiced submission

an on-going devotion

matched every once in a while

by the mute language

of my own prayers

scandalously enfleshed

for strangers

to perchance

catch sight of

how is it

-she must wonder-

that we eschew to

take her supple hands

and dance beneath

the canopy of her lights

a celebration of creation

borne along upon

the wind-whispers

that lovingly trace

the almost visible outline

of an ancient image

imparted from time immemorial

a faint roadmap

reminding me of the path

towards integration