Behold! an Easter Poem

A Poem About Rebirth from the Twilight

A breathless time, dark descending
when who knows what will come or
what will depart from you forever
or speed around you like a miss --
rushing wings after some hidden insect?

And yearning ever upward like a folly
like a fragile new stem before the holy
our eyes betray our feet, our hearts
what our minds would limit within reach
and see how fair is this first star

of twilight and of new beginning
darkness competing with glory
day folding, hunger unrolling,
sensitivity skyrocketing, breeze
kissing and stars blazing on and off.

We will come into ourselves
like rain to a well, like seeds to dust
like meteorites blown to pieces
and collecting bit by bit until new
understanding emerges from the nebula.

That is the promise of twilight to humans --
starlight to the wishing of infinity
hunger sated to the lovers fitting
the line of infinity ribbon wrapped in circle
back upon itself until rebirth ensues.