loveray
by Maria Massarella
A muse can be insistent at times
as in this now when its everwhisper
pours in a percussiveness that poems
would make were the
words not arrayed there some*where
neither in head nor heart
though inspiration would
liberate the essentials transpose to
where the page awaits communion in
seductive blankness
and light would be the link yet
i linger there in the gap
between words savouring the
no thing ness of space
warm in silence be
tween breaths where all directions are
no direction
no...
not sheltered in the
shadows
simply
being
love
l
i
g
h
t
.
*m.a
04/05/2009