There’s a place in my being
where you have long-since glimmered
in a chamber, but not in the physical-orbit.
You revolve in a vastness and in esprit
to stumble upon the edge of dawning:
I have known you
before your body
had ever been proclaimed into being,
before you came whirling into existence.
You flicker into illustration within my inner-vision
making the spot between my eyebrows
I know this to be the seat of my soul.
And when the eclipse of the eyes occurs
and I am returned to the void
in these moments, often
you come spiraling into the masslessness
a sphere of comfort
and I hover towards a beacon of resolve
my clutter dissolves and I glimpse
and see sense and framework.
Lambent you arrived
like a pirouette of jubilee,
child of mine I have long-since known.
And as the world gyres
lowery-spinning to blow out its own light,
you revolve in your own expanse
an orb glowing
a likeness to the sun.