consecration

Spaces

Our eyes when we meet open
another Space outside space
another Time outside of time—the Day

has become an immense transparency
of blue Sky and emerald Blossoms:
the original Garden.

Out of the tides of Morn, you are born
like Venus before my eyes,

your voice--

a gathering of waters that give shape
to the World. As the day enwraps our bodies
in a garment of Delight, our lips together come

to consecrate the Day.