casting aside
the fragile blindness
encircling me
day-to-day
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
