All Else

by iambe

spirit bade my nightsoul “rest”

she of negative space: all Else

as real as dream’s delicate shadow

cast by this temporal torch

matter of yearning’s delusive sight

as requites o! rapture! that miracle

gift of dream’s transcendent truths

dimensions real as meeting her gaze

devotion sacred as worship pure

as sight stirring inspiration to

hallowed unity

to love beyond self above rapture

gone bitter when pain was thick

as armour and life offered only to

rend that armour and cry out

no! it is pain! o! it is vital

depths a high glow spread

like sun on faded flesh

i could not know not wake till

now just now take pen release my

spirit sing its song

and lease my tender tonal salve

on wounds life tore now healed

beneath this wishing star

it is time it is time! deeper than

word can conceive but touch

the seeing that is inspiration

she bade me lay rest

in song

this temporal torch