Frescoed silence on the wall
Beckons me with focused call—
Featherlight, you lash my soul,
Unblinking at the mortal toll.
Through veil of velvet's plush threshold,
Gently yields my meager blindfold
To see anew, naked, bare—
Infinity—in sacred lair;
I dive the pools of Love's renown—
To laugh, to cry, to dance, to drown;
Roaming depths of healing light,
Bright with dazzling chrysolite—
Where bubbles burst from wellspring, free,
And penetrate complicity,
To whispered worlds so far beyond
Imagination's vagabond—
The beating heart, the soul in hand,
On sweet remembered wings, expand—
Burning pure through blinding haze,
Ignited by your tender gaze!
– Jennifer van Westrum