Millenniums of Stars
Millenniums of Stars
Where bides the soul in these late wanderings,
As suddenly I wake from sleep to find
Embrace of the beloved’s angel wings
Enfolding me, the seeker, deaf and blind?
Walking lightly through the snow-drift air
Thoughts appear suddenly more real
Than powder-flakes that brush my tousled hair
And I am thrust upon Ezekiel’s wheel.
I have beheld millenniums of stars
But never have I known a love so close,
O Mother, no time delays, no distance bars
Thy presence, stronger than the scented rose.
Now all my being yields at thy command
Desirous of the blessings from thy hand.
