Crowned with gold

Her beauty seen

Hands folded

Eyes downcast

A moment of eternity –

The one who was and is

Incarnate

Within

 

 

secretly –

another

 

abloom

before the

spring

 

one by one

 

daybreak

within

 

a question –

a reply

 

fixed gaze

of an angel

 

arisen

 

darkness

light

 

on earth

as it is

heaven

 

spring

of living

water

 

a boy

born

 

the rise

and fall

of the sun

 

 

 

 

Behind our house a curve of railway track,

beyond, a wooded landscape, rising steeply.

I crossed the tracks and wondered through the blackened

scrub, I found a path, and followed, keeping

to its twists and turns. The landscape changed,

misty grey then openness. A tiny

path emerged, departing from the main,

delicate, above, the tranquil sky,

I followed, soon a view of distant hills.

Why am I writing this? Beyond

our world is something more. Or this – infilled.

Reality. When lovers sense a fondness,

their individuality transformed, what is

becomes what will be, and will be what is.

 

For Jacob and Belinda, on their wedding day.