Ablaze

In the twilight of our lives, We
Born of love’s blazing reach
Come at last to time’s waning push.

In the fading of the moment who is it that asks:
What have we made of it?… the light.
How have we fashioned the streak?
Has the shaped habit opened fresh taste and rung new sound ?
Has it harbored unique presence in the vast and constant flow?
Has it gathered with flickering light everywhere?
To grow and rise,
With the grand spiral dance of stars — moving
To ignite the looming dark.
With new beauty — Yours.
                
In the covering darkness
What you alone have set ablaze now answers
In the hands that comb your knotted hair
​and in the tears that flow with love and tenderness for you.

​This is the love you have kindled

Rising

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