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



  
All Else