Beyond
Beyond this writing of ourselves upon
Eternity, we need the finite veins
Of heart. It teaches love is not withdrawn
When we have left. Love hovers leaving stains
As breath upon the air of heaven’s light.
The light and air both feel love’s lingering tint.
This echoing is what the stars recite
In whispers. Always love will leave a glint
Of borealis midnight curtains. They
Are like this love, both fleeting and returned
Between the sunset and the dawn. Stains play
In lavender and green, a god we spurned
Yet scintillates in darkness and in cold,
A god above who cannot be controlled.
~ Phillip Whidden
May 18, 2022