Perennial Art

She wrote, Live with enduring trust and hope. Your angel will always light your way. I have lived and endured Absent of trust, a Love beyond me, As she has lived Absent of that truth which Left her, Absent me. I have found nothing in my aloneness That could make my emptinesses Any less hollow, nor clear my head of The loops and chatter. Though I've had so little solace, I have found rest in you. A man must build his house alone and Roughen his hands as well as his heart Before he should open his door, before His bed blooms the two as one: before The great and alchemical, Perennial, Art.