From out the night: a muse

From an angelic revolution

Of time, oer my spark, I turn

To my god/dess, call a name,

Call her name, my goodness

I see a light in her, a journey

As one may to the holy Father

In church: my god/dess, my love,

Light, mixed with earth, her

If earth manifests all invisible

Possibility, and I call on her,

Ethereal beauty, to shine a way

Glorious heaven to upward climb

To ascend, spreading wings in the deep, wings beat a flute of angels

To witness, her glory, and I, before wayward, in selfish

Possession of thought, see her,

Like an angel, returning, a revolution, of the night of daylight, starbright, unfurled

Clear spirit form arises, like a heart beating wing to the source of light – love. Come, say I, light the day night, guide of my notes