How might I find safe passage to the
Or sail across my own vast inner sea?
Alas, I am a phantom
Doomed to be left lucid at the door.
Ay me! I know the dance and hear the
But cannot move without my mirror near.
Mysteries stand idle
all around me,
And yet I fear to trust what they don't
Grant me, then, one wish before I
Hoping to make sense of what I see:
Let me let myself just
once be taken
By the hand of love to total
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon