For Khristan

For Khristan
To the sky that embraces me
None but the unchanging love
Of Sun and Moon
Has enclosed me
In their constant and infinite
Unquestionable union.

 Upon my lips, 
A juvenile thought
Have I believed myself
And said so myself...
 
'I am the Moon.'

Yet over and over
Am I abashed
As rude awakenings 
Wash over me.

You are epiphanic.

 Taking away such poisons
Of the soul, of the Self.

 You are ethereal.

 You are the Sun.

A certain Magnificence

You bring about you
A certain magnificence
The very air that surrounds you
Is enchanting
I am entranced
Besotted

Lost

In the silk
That is your voice

Drowning

In the depth
of your eyes

Oh, Love
That the very thought
Sends me into bliss

Because

You merely
Bring about yourself
A certain magnificence.