Friday, April 11, 2014

In the Ruby Way Some Nights Hold Sway

In the ruby way some nights hold sway,
igniting through their jeweled fire a brilliant redness

in what you’d mistakenly assumed was deadness –
in that sacred light you hadn’t bargained for –

which seems now to invite the luminous collective
spirit of all people you have loved who’ve died –

in the glide of this arrival, and its patent proof
of the survival of what can’t be named, but is –

you think you may have found another way to know.
Perhaps you have. There’s so much in this glow.


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