Holy Cloth
The cloth lay light upon your shoulders, when----
I pinched and plucked it off, and you were there again,
Radiating moon and stars and golden-glowing air,
A shining height of earth attainable, and then----
You held your hands out smiling worth so fair
I didn't care to think, I couldn't count to ten,
I was----found and lost with you, and found and bound
And woundup into holy cloth all over again.
|