Each and every word soared to the heavens
As the fury of beauty raged in flames,
And the memories, alive, at sixes and sevens
Transfigured to angels in these flagrant games.
He, the alchemist, with my conjuring spells;
She, the ghost in the vapour where the ocean swells.
He, the dreamer, with the cosmic vision;
She, the seamstress, dressed in contrition
Concealed behind purposeful smiles;
He, the Sage, for whom Time reconciles
These Abandonments of Truth.
Copyright Kosmogonic 2018