To the castle gates I run to be free,
I look into the distance, through the crowd He appears as a light unto me,
mesmerized by his light; tethered, as to the stars.
They warned against the blueness, a vast sea did I find,
I turned to feel his right hand pressed ardently within mine.
No, I could not look upon him, as he read the tractate of my heart
A soul lost in the midst of the abounding, yet found within the abyss of his heart.
But alas a tripartite could I withstand
as the gates close down on me
A whisper softly through the iron, guard yourself against the angels of misery.
Wherefore art though sweet light?
For we are knit and shall never part
Time has indeed turned back upon itself; as I stand, as from the start.
~ by Mary Lou Rosas