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My silhouette in the distance does a blessed dance
Two rhythmic motions of grace and romance
Step one aligns my soul with the aires-
Of divinity's daunting breadth-
Step two fondly shares shekinah's debonnaire
And effeminately glorious wealth....

Together as one this synthesis yields, the cosmos
Yin and Yang, lilacs and their fields.
Yet alone a different tone bemoans I, to the bone-
And despair doth strike me so....t'was it a dream-
Thee and I, earth and sky, like the sigh of a
Reverential child enveloped by delight?

Tho' often convinced by belied innocence,
In a sense I knoweth naught-for whenever
The whisper of the winds arouses the leaves,
Or the seam of that dress
-Evening's eloquent canvass-
Surrenders a host, which descends through the night-

That spell is broken, a token of our esteem
Returns to my heart, like the piece of a dream
Tho' 49 of 72 of the pieces hath fell-
And I, in my youth doth resemble a shell
Of the youth, you loved, my beloved,
Tho time- applies not to we, whilst others repine-

For I, the Father and thou my Bride
Have existed since their was but naught to divide
But without thee, my dear,despair doth abide

And existence just isn't the same....

My silhouette in the distance does a blessed dance

While the whole of me yearns for thee....

G.R. Henderson
May 25, MMIX