for the times in which i cannot see your face...

~ i must see your likeness transposed by that of an angel.

i must take your earthy dark features

& imbue them with a shroud

of Light.

feathering your hair

and surrounding your body.

infusing the space between each of your humble vertebrae

with a beam

of Something holy.

Effervescent.

Super-charged.

Electric.

I must wrap you in sunlight and keep you there.

refuse to see you as anything but.

"We are all just columns of Light," she says.

'Babies.  We're just babies, man.'  

Can ya' dig?

I must breathe in the aroma of Sunshine

and carry its essence with me on the days,

weeks, months

GodInHEAVenForbid

even Years

where all about is gray.

and shadow

I must carry my own damn flashlight

charge the battery at night upon my bedside table

have it ready.

to illumine some portion of the Way.

Have it ready.

Cast a beam into the abyss of forgetfulness

the chasm of regret.

Where you tooo have fallen

lost your footing

a faulty dance step.

Temporarily forgetting yourself

that you are just Light

You are just a column of the Divine.

And I must remember this for you.

For myself.

And for us.

I will catch my breath and hold my tongue

letting my angry words dissolve

into particles of Empty Sound

& light.

I will carry the lantern.

I will safeguard it with this beating heart

and these two shaking hands.

I will remember who you really are.

Carry your secret name inside the torch-lit passages of memory.

* and Love*

And when you are ready to hear it once more

I will open my mouth

Reverberating molecules of light and Song

And I will remind you.  Again.