Cellar Door
The sound alone
dismisses sight and sense
and seals romance
beneath my lips,
fair bursting from my heart.
Transcending even consciousness,
it dares evoke
by virtue of its utterance
the richness of the evening star,
the wealth imparted as a flower,
Stella d'Oro, gleams for me.
And then outside my universe,
beyond the worth of promise
underneath the earth
such simple fortune lies
in synchronicity, tracing back
to symbols on the cave wall,
then riding on the breath,
arriving stained with beauty
and with tears.
May there always be a cellar door
on which to play, to celebrate
the loveliness of sense
in transformation,
not by mere design,
but by the holiness of art.
~
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