i.
wings, great w i d e
silverswimming wings overhead
drew a single shadow
on the ground, in
my heart of hearts.

darker
than the pupils of my eyes,
deepdoubletblueand
swimmingly azure with unshed
tears—

when the heart tears
it bleeds bright skyblue(the origin
of worldly-wondrous colors is
far wider, far more v a s t and
IMMENSE
than anyone imagines,says
dreaming me)you

swam, silvery-smooth and raylike
~ .slow. ~
through the outpouring of
my he ^ art:
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ii.
carried upon that
flow, you must know
that the silver shadow you
cast from above i carried

heavily, and its darkly-filled pattern
spanned
dimensions innumerable within and

without, was even in
the raindrops

each:

as they picked up velocity, substance,
shape, also they took
the vague and hollow imprint

of remnantly drawn you, through
air, cloud, and increasing quantities of

time.

iii.
then, a brightness all afresh left me
awash in newness of love and
wholeness

of blessing filled me with colors all-hued
glorious as a rainbow burst in upon my
consciousness in the midst of grey rain;

testimony to sunshine and a promise of
future.

c. Mary Kathryn Gough, July 2007, SCM