A place to pass, undivided,
came she calling,
tripped on moonbeams,
at her feet, carelessly,
closed eyes to evidence
of all obstruction,
felt her way,
edged darkness met oblique.
A passage in an underworld
known better
than light afforded
rights of pathways trod,
undeterred
in shadowed frozen starlight,
a slithered facial glimpse
of subtle god.
Resonance held bound
by briefest meeting,
a pocketful of light
to carry forth
into the dreams held back
in conscious waking,
a hesitation’s gift
of deepest worth.
scottishmomus 