Crossing Over

As moments enliven,

You cross over to

My depths.

 

Folded in sacramental

Mystery,

Judged not by racing

Clocks blowing off steam…

 

Your vision ropes my

Starless advance,

Woods shaded,

Fallen spark.

 

Intrepid wisdom

Of paths

Intercepted,

Traces beamed

To completeness.

A storm you

Must wander along,

Taken to an

Icy page coursing

Its own poetic tour…