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.
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