Every sinew stretching tight,
arching toward the piercing light,
stricken in the dance we share,
crackling fingers, singing hair.
Lightening splits the little death,
before the thunder of our breath.
Whirling in our countless forms,
howling out in drunken storms,
a single tear's a driven rain,
a single kiss a boundless gain.
Where the valley touches plow,
gardens freshen green and now.
In the quietness of being,
three awoke me into seeing.
Everything I am that's now,
I show myself to see just how.
Now to face the darkening sky,
with a bright agreeing eye.