Gazelle

 Thou art like a Gazelle
Standing in the cool dawn
Moon and Sun lit
Between Stars
And Earth
A diadem
Upon thy head
Awaiting the morning breeze
Which greets the rising of the sun
And breathes life into the land
Her kiss
Which bring thee rest and peace
Before thou needst seek shade
Neath the olive or the tamarisk
Grey and Green
For the Sun shall over thee
Light like unto molten gold
Pour its weight and heat
And burden thee with the fruit
Of knowledge.

Oh my sweet
Let us rest
and think not on these things
Rather
Like cool waters
let us flow
The one ‘gainst the other
Out of time
for the Cycle of Heaven
shall not be gainsaid
Nor will the nights darkness
wait for us
But you shall be a Doe
And I a Stag
And Heaven await us
Who shall rest in the shade
Beneath the Vault of Heaven.