Candles upon the Altar

by oosh@gmx.net

25 October 2000


Long ago, tired of tawdry pomps,
Far from the other, gold-encrusted shrines,
Someone laid a plain white stone -
Unadorned,
Unlit - and inscribed it to you.

Only now I see, at epoch's close,
Glimpsed through the veil of your tresses
Sheltered by soft lashes - shy
Yet not shy -
The light within a woman's eye.

Here the light which renders all else darkness:
Here is all the glory of the temple:
These two lights, the sacred candles,
And your body
The naked altar of the Unknown God.
