Asking for directions

A bird arrow flies straight thru, I go round, looking out for you.

And when you grant me a look at you, I feel I’m gazing on your

Heavenly body, and ask for direction: how must I travel

To get to you? North and south are polar opposites, heat is

Light that travels upward and cold goes down. I walk

Ahead, each step a roaming. When will you appear again

Dark Angel, drawing the edges of reality, like curtains encircled

Round a new realm? Your surprise. Enter your kingdom

Thru my blood. Your throne congeals into a new type of body,

One made to please you. I await the surprise, that’d pierce me

Thru – kneeling at your command, my heavenly realm to

Your discipline bound. A way I’ve not yet found. I walk around.