Holy Cloth

The cloth lay light upon your shoulders, when---- I pinched and plucked it off, and you were there again, Radiating moon and stars and golden-glowing air, A shining height of earth attainable, and then---- You held your hands out smiling worth so fair I didn't care to think, I couldn't count to ten, I was----found and lost with you, and found and bound And woundup into holy cloth all over again.