My veil is torn

My veil is torn: Her anguish raged

Staged years of unfulfilled desire

 

I’m reaching out to your grace

Faced with whatever meets the eye,

Died at the crossroads of understanding

 

Our time transpired yet isn´t due:

To truth we fled, succumbed as one

Numb, our minds

Of wars not ours to fight..

 

Do know I’m guided by the light

Reflecting in your pace

Traces of crystallization

 

Behold: read my lips, not my attire!

For I am in the words spoken through me

 

Yes:

 

She’s made it to the threshold

 

-Where you found me, bare to the bone

But bathing in delight.