Was It He ?
Tonight began with the colours of bruise.
Sleep spilt grit on tears as intent crumbled.
Ears listened awake to a dreamy confusion.
Sorrow\'s mind questioned what lay undone.
Was it he
who, now timeless, caught my numbness
and lit again love\'s liquid windows
before grief\'s descent froze my dreaming ?
Was it he
healed disillusion and showed me ways
to the blaze of a waiting Eternity
and its help with fickle fate\'s unexpected ?
Eyes opened to answers of no surprise.
Purple mood faded as thinking reversed.
Smiles of knowing threw dry on wet saline.
Tonight will not end before death-cell bursts.
It was he
and the contact still sings to my spirit.