Unforseeable Ways

...Once
I got lost in the grace of your resting place
Among the orange blossoms and saints
Contemplating the bonfires of the heart
In love with the thresholds.


You of the open wound.
Your different rhythms and warm, blue stars.
Your hands of night rain in the desert.
You sculpted by imagination
Your communion essence. Eyes full of moons.


Friend
We clung together, drifted, entered
The Palace of Fire.


Skylike.