Without end or beginning,
in white hours I wait for you.
Near night I hunger for darkness.
Shadows of lilting swans,
we plunge from cliffs of vertigo
into gold dust of desire.
You are the hoarfrost of winter,
brilliant bursts of Autumn’s fire.
Solitary eagle above the mountains
beneath your wings streams
of infinity carry you to my shore.
Should you fly on to distant provinces
I will follow
become indigenous to that land.
Thank you 💖
You are welcome.