lifted

do you remember,
she danced in our dreams?
- and how the questions were all
ominous, like first-of-night
touching the landscape?

do you remember,
everything was so badly described?
- and how the shallow valley of
old winds just wouldn't
cease to vex us?

do you remember,
naked flowers under a bruised moon?
- and how acrobatic fate was all we
had to clutch in those moments
of blanking losses?

do you remember,
the obscurity of wanderlust?
- and how her arrival was
like a mad impulse of
mystical stones?

all terrifying thrusts
and shapeless sounds
and un-gemmed words
and primitive dance-songs
became our mediums.

now, splendor in her
kingdom, and serenity in her
legend, and nourishment in her
veins of delight are come to us
like an avalanche of lovers,

burying all those dead
agents once and for all,
and leaving us the beauty
of a girl in a swing who is
none the wiser, but lifted.