A Song of Joy
Into revolving nights
fused by lightning
you intrude
reflection in a well
kindling my cells
behind the curtains
of my eyes
All this and Hallelujah
a thousand voices
throng an amphitheater
dressed in white
stars whirl across
a desert drama
pricking the heavens
into goose bumps of light
Back we float
to buried acts of bliss
a swing under the trees higher, higher,
a tumble arms between knees
down a grassy slope,
diving off the high board
into a plunge of bubbles
Is it a memory or a dream
this floating…
weightless in a sea of light
these messages…
forgotten language recognized as true?
To feel again
this moment of exquisite joy
this breathlessness
that you are everything that’s meant to be
and everything is you
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© Johnmichael Simon
2005
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