The Beginning


The spark—lifted by invisible ropes to future flames
In evergreen Elysium—I am.
I am the breath that sails the tempest into indifferent rage,
Embracing the mountain and the cowering hare
In her damp earthen tomb.

                         I am the beginning;
                             Curse before the cry,
                             
                             Once a listing sigh,
                         Now mankind’s thunderous sob.

I will witness kindred affection
In mutual forever—caressing, gazing, content to belong
And to charmingly own. Like chuckling oaks, limbs lovingly
And hopelessly tangled beneath golden heavenly hues.
I form each new start
Until fallen leaves mourn in chilled drifts, and you,
In cold embrace, welcome lipless grins pressed in
One eternal kiss: another beginning.