Above all else

Above all else,
It is the unknown I love.
Above all else,
I slink in softly illuminated places,
Alone. And above all else.
I take what arises in me;
My crushing sorrows,
The ecstatic restless longing
And offer it up.
Streamers of many colours!

Broken, and in Joy. Above all else.
It is the unknown I love.

I trust it,
Like the love that holds it.
I hold it dear
As it holds me.

Autumn turning

Hushed into the dimming light,
Nostalgia speaks of longing bright.
Lovingly the soul does turn,
Of softest glow the fires burn.
As all the world grows dark and narrow,
I thread a blanket of bone and marrow.
"Oh heart of mine do keep me warm,
Or else all I give is old and worn."