Unbound

She has left.
A startling radiant journey is on hold.
Lovers wait, separate, apart.

Something happened.
Colors.
Colors shone.
Colored sunlight shone in lovemaking.
Velvet red lips quivered against snow white skin,
aching, hungering
for the warmth and strength and force and immaculate gentleness of
love making,
making love,
made of love,
laughter.

Basking in our private sun,
waves rose and broke and retreated
back down the shores of our bodies.
Each time I surrendered to the undertow,
breathing my heart into her heart as she
sucked me in, down, under, down,
around, into her, back into her.

She is gone now.
She left on plane and flew far away.
Storms and thunder lashed the city yesterday.
Animals sheltered in corners with wide shocked eyes.
Windows rattled, trembling against the wind.

I was still among the storms.
I lay in bed at dawn and received the offered sky.
The sky turned to light and then rain and light again,
and I was still, unbound.

With her I am free.
Without her I am free.
I am unbound,
unbound in a love that knows no opposite,
unbound in a love that shines before, during and after,
that’s always, always shone.

Oh, when I listened to the storms rumble across the sky,
how beautiful to know that I am no longer the thunder or lightning or
immaculate sunrise.
I am the sky, unbound by love,
empty, clear.

I used to fight to hold the sunsets,
Or hunger for the pale shade of purple at angelic dawns.
I used to fight for my chains of beauty,
tempestuously raging against the dying of the light,
forgetting I was the naked sky,
hating the night.

Wake up!
Awake!
Rise up from your slumber!
Drop your shackles; release your fight

She is gone for now.
The fight is already released.
Sunlight has faded and dusk has drawn her coat across the land.
I go lovingly into the night,
stunned by peace,
stunned by stillness.
Grace is with me.
Grace has always been with me,
asking me to remember that I am the sky,
unbounded.
My hands rest opened,
receiving, receiving,
again, again,
today, tomorrow.

Maybe my lover will return.
Maybe not.
Coming and going,
into stillness, out of stillness,
stillness remains,
untouched.