Where the winter hail and sun
meet beyond the dragon moon
there you’ll fold into the shade
of a simple afternoon
 
After strident voices fade
and past the needs that rip and tear
and past the wants that shift and groan
in the space that quiets there

You will linger light and low
like a strain of seraph song
like a slow unfurling beam
lighting as you go along

You’re the zenith of a dream
intimate inside my brain
drowning out the endless din
grazing skin like summer rain.