Release
I open up an envelope and time
Unfolds. We think the past is closed to us
But then a simple gesture sounds a chime
Which swings the lost gates wide. That Pegasus
Called memory goes winging up. Pale wings
Embrace the air impossibly. Regrets
Long buried, joys long dead rise in daysprings,
Ignoring strict injunctions and the threats
Imposed by conscious locks put on those nights
We flew together to forbidden steeps.
The ghosts of wildness flap up to old heights
And prove that past desires escape their keeps.
..The creases used to trap events and close
Them fail and feathered beauty overflows.