Inspired by the Arts of the Anglican.
For Elliott, and his.
Elliott, you have set forth - a goodly spirit.
I deem that I am ... wrought with
Mysterious
Fantastical - That which is in him, with him, around him;
a miscellaneous, a certain
Luminous,
placing hearts ... one star to the right.
A vague. I can't tell.
Serendipitous.
For he* is right.
He must be: There has to be -
Should be -
Some gentle, suffering thing; some infinitude;
A notion for Elliott.
Just for Elliott. No other,
naught else with thee - Whenever
he wants to be kissed - held - desired -
however the World. Whatever it is.
He is right.
There should be a god
Abiding by his side, as one dream slides from another,
In and out of coffeed breaths, chilled fingers and origami stars and
superglued hearts...
Presiding at their first communions and last elisions;
There, when by himself he dries, when
brewing on the intimacy of a touch
he wonders what she means; her smile; her person;
There when he changes,
sorrows,
grows old... when eyelids are kissed
as his closed;
When from hurt he struggles - There should be a god -
All the burden takes, and having born, and shared -
in his very name and sake -
Bring him home.
There should be.
(A light unblemished:)
I know, there should be a god,
As I stand by the ic-ed grounds - The splendoured trees spur advent:
and All is made light,
is light,
be light
...
Much as that of his lend beauty to Transfiguring City^
at that very end of innumerable lamplights; firelights; nightlights -
Infantly fancies, really:
This imperishable Light of lights.
I know.
A god is to be. There I see:
Assuming to shine, your ray moves a restoration to complete;
You intercede:
Between these tender things, moving me to pity:
like from those misty days...
(I wonder about)
babies and art... manus in mano like
(overheard)
lovers and their terms of art... back-and-forth like
(one by one)
some longing, fluttering by the corners of my eyes
the inner and outer
The solstice nights of insomnia -
I think about you.
I think about you like this: "Nathaniel#; thy love is abundant."
The way I think is about you.
You see, Elliott, there is a god.
Elliott,
There is.
There is a god.
And he is with you.
*T.S. Eliot in The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
^There is a Heaven at the heart of all lights
#God has given
11 JAN 2016
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Crowning Love
PoetryListen to his heart/ for the faint things that he wants - Halley's Crowning Love is an exploration of the forms and notions of carnal and incorporeal love, and other beautiful human things. A/N: The Roman numerics (I, II, III, etc.) are Groupers. Gr...
