The Magician

You shed light

pure gold dust

we bask

in warmth:

You engage

become seen

evoking

perfect

symmetry.

You talk,

talk:

lips move

we breathe

the essence

of passion

light seeps deep

flooding darkness.

Now sun sets

we are bereft

left in lingering

twilight

searching

for a way in

mystified

by

this glimpse

of God

so

human.