the perimeter of this
your ever-present light

status off stage
quo to the wings

Beatrice never knew
the architecture of time

be it lost in rhythms
or planted by limitations

all I can say is that
once you are there

the songs of it are gratis
it is the light that surrounds

all artistry of love
no matter the medium

into the night aloft
we go –

© K. James Ribble