I feel safe and floating
in that time, miraculous
and fleeting, my buoyancy
like that of the sailer
who owes his to the raft
gliding over the ocean
so impregnable and vast,
the great body of Love's longing
in liquid form and carrying us
off into a place that is hopefully
better, we pray into the night
so clean and confiding, so meticulous,
so magically small, receptacle of whispers
and fortress of the darkness
whom we enter in sleep and dreaming,
built in the confession of an empty virtue
and granted like a song,
but in our awakening, so much is lost,
forgotten like a friend
from our earliest days.
07/01/2016
West Vancouver