Crossing Over

As moments enliven,

You cross over to

My depths.


Folded in sacramental


Judged not by racing

Clocks blowing off steam…


Your vision ropes my

Starless advance,

Woods shaded,

Fallen spark.


Intrepid wisdom

Of paths


Traces beamed

To completeness.

A storm you

Must wander along,

Taken to an

Icy page coursing

Its own poetic tour…