Into your eyes I fell,
longing.
Transported, we were
caught up in our bodies' play,
fell deeper, walked into
the mirrors that we held,
that for a moment held us.
To the names we gave ourselves
we pledged our troth,
performed the magic rites,
but in our earthy hearts
ignored the ways the path
could bend us, how
its tortured curves would
seize us in an instant,
tear us from adventure,
hurl us into safe perimeters
we thought we'd left behind.
As from a cliff where we might
step in space, we fell instead
into familiar territory, captives
in a land where others hold us
hostage, use our given names,
remind us who we
are.
Do we lack faith, or are we
in a faery-land, entranced?
Each waiting for the other's call,
the name of names. Each waiting
for the other to awaken,
break the spell, return us
to the place where we may fall
again.
Published in
Revelations III, 2000
the third buzzbait
