The Two Cloaks

Each night

a surrender.

Each day waking

forgetful,

brushing up close,

to what is yet 
to be seen.

Stumbling past

answers
yet to be.

The Great Poets say:
'Let the body cloak
melt.


Become 
intimate
with our hidden world,
forever woven 
within
this 
one.

As Masters of Ceremony

we bathe

in your night skies:

Wear our cloak
*for softer company*

As Friends 
in Communion
we wait
to embrace
your wanting
heart.


Waiting

to share

our 
greatest 
wealth.

~Candali Poetstory 2012