I approach thee
in thy round heaven
brown, incarnate —
your glow soft, flickering
as my eyes close to forget
you are near
always and ever
hiding
in darkness, in view only
when sleep comes to rescue me
as a lingering
taste on my back palate
as a lingering
shadow in the descendant fog —
shape, empty, embodied
it has been years,
why have we not grown apart?
I longed
for union and division,
and found them embraided
to turn to you
to turn to you, as ever
it could come to be,
to not refuse, to embrace
that soft flicker and not drown
I approach thee
always and ever
as a lingering
of union and division,
a soft flicker undrowned
Poems from in between 
6 responses to “A prayer”
Exquisite! ‘Nuff said?! 🙂
Ron
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Thank you! I really value your opinion so that means a lot.
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The formality of the language and the repetition is so beautiful. I’m feeling shades of Donne. 🙂
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Thanks! Now that you mention it, I think Donne was on my shoulder when I wrote this. You are always so good at making those connections !
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You use repetition of tanka here to good effect. Nicely done.
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Thanks very much!
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