Love who you want



Lovingly she floods frigid skies
In pale whitewash, her reflection
Harmonised by diamond glint
Escaping another fair child
Of her beloved, who chases
Throughout the infinite vastness,
Never close enough to touch her
Fair skin lest he destroy his love.
Meekly, she in retreat holds up
Her silver crown. Coy illusion
Cast, she passes and transparent
Bows, growing weaker as she flees
His sight. Here he in glory is
Born, gilded in fire descending,
Burning the world in his despair.
There he is cast immortal, as
Sculptor’s steel upon the marble
Sets a mark, deep within the heart
Of those whose eyes have looked beyond
The torn veil which masks his spleandour.