there are moments
that make her stop
speechless and opened
reminded of something long hidden
something supple and green
beyond a hill or horizon
beyond reward or retribution
something lost in frenzied
avarice or desperation
something so lithe and yielding
so whirling, trembling, born of bliss
lines and light of unfathomable joy
colors which enfold and resurrect
her deadened soul and make her weep

© 1990 J.L.Stanley