Love Rising (Clouds Above)

Love rising like the fumes of the past

out of sewer-systems and matrimony,

out of the interwoven sunset and darkness

that comprise the great farewell

that is autumn and fall.

Love rising like a balloon

lost, smaller and smaller,

renounced into oblivion

of never-ending Skies.

Love rising like God

out of the lingering memory of your

indelible mark upon my heart,

O woman of grievances,

O human, O subject of Time,

thou art reticent and pure,

thou art devoted, thou art

shameful and raw, thou art love

lost and possessed

as a Miracle, or more.


West Vancouver

after “Clouds Above” by Angus Stone