empirical shadows and beautiful light

oh, lucid stillness,
where the center of such dimming life
evokes the brimming of chaos in here,
of breath, of breath, your
evanescent breath
come settle so gloriously
into everything vacant
of you.

it is beautiful,
as beautiful as she who gave me
reason to capture its essence in my depth

the way it mingles undyingly and
formidably in the spaces of my mind
betrays the urge
to bathe love in my weeping secrets

I lie alone and consider its touch,
that awful, awful touch that makes perfect sense,
and am comforted that I am certain enough
to know it

my soul is the airy nothing
which gently caresses it back

oh, the darkness.

the brilliant aspect
that weeps out from his soul
hides in the atmosphere of his eyes

he formulates his gift and
bears his secrets
which beguile
through days and endless nights
that pour sacredly
from the solace of his memory

he can taste the dawn approaching,
curls into the shadows of his chamber
that gently dance
against the wall from candles
flickering their essence

love whispers one last time...
then bleeds.