The Glimmering

I sleep to visit You in Your dreams, oh my Esteemed - a gauche novitiate, there like a Laureate You receive me to learn Your secrets, there wisdom is served like as one planted, seeded at a last feast, where all can plainly see myself ceded, the bread broken the wine poured, finally, the body of pride, broken, You speak to me of what Love is, and what Love has always been now falls the soft wings of a dove over the crimson and the white melting petals over the pure the shrouded body, the body of Vitae Lux a white peacock sleeps upon a bed of Cypress leaves, the stories bath it in the Light, a ghost, unclearly seen the ghost in You, is the ghost of Love inside me now the crimson and the white awakes in me, my mind naked and glimmering the Ghost in You, now writes me as a word, into thee pulls me upward forward into You, the 1 embracing me I exist as Love in Your kingdom of divine music I am before Your eyes Your mirrored poetry Candide Diderot. ‘24 Easter Vitae Lux (Love-Music-Poetry) 1. Alfred Lord Tennyson. From “The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal” (Poem) 2. Mealor: Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal (Four Madrigals On Rose Texts) : Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal (Music) Cypress tree. Symbolism, all.