Your Love’s Return
For a sonata or quartet.
Or, better yet, a tiny waterfall
Splashing on a mountain path:
Icy water and a serenade of jewels,
A chamber of light where angels
Laugh and bathe.
We could enter from the street
Through a doorway no one knows is there,
Then come up behind the stage,
Where the master’s piano waits.
The concert hall is dim:
Better to invite the spirits.
Soon they will introduce us
To their friends.
Have you ever danced
With a naked angel whose wings are wet?
Have you run with her inside the wind, or him?
It happens next: the resurrection,
and your blessed love’s return.
Hold out your hand. We’re going in.
March 25, 2006
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