White Dark Of Moon

He is a knot in fine grain wood
smooth and lovely
no splinter for me.
Only cedar peaks my senses
heavy without cold hearted hands
sandlewood and night smoke.
Drown me lovely.

cold out of doors
the fire brewed
out of pure coals
incense rises from lips.

I forget who I am
or where I am
and why should I care
if I am with
great content ?

I taste cinnamon
pungent , stinging and sharp

Silent refuge
the snowfall of incubated dreams
fall outside.
Silent refuge in His forest.
Inside here with Him
am I warm.

He moves very slowly
or not slowly at all
all of time is all of Him.

There is no love that I have for Him
that could be contained...He turns
from keeping His fire
at the thought I have had.

He rises as His smile swallows everything.

" In doors , in doors...
let me keep you very well
dont you know wolves smell distress
and blood runs hot ? In the night watches
little dove, nothing shall by any means harm
you if you cleave unto me "

Elixer
in His eyes
and the sun fades into white dark of moon.