i.

love I see
so profound

prepare every
fibre of this body

for you

a castle of light
divine and lasting

open
to you, your

flower of sighs
breath of parfume

incessant desire
to be one

with you.

ii.

Where?

where is the point in
time where I begin

and end with you?

How will I know?
Will there be a sign?

I’ve been letting it go
just letting the day unfold

full awareness Immersed
in the lost summer sun

portions of light, of
timelessness and recollection.

iii.

Evening’s final thrush
of flourish

in cameo and
amber-pink of dusk

Surrounds me in
the dust of stillness

lays in fields
of my own repose

Calm, the quiet rush
Of evening’s bone.

 

© K. James Ribble