Formless I glide, where sounds and wishes


    tell of my motion oceanward,


    no moment''s flare


    gives hue or life to the shapes


    that, unaware, convening upon


    my thought,


    incant the spell


    of night-thick shadows


    that compels the soul from pain


    to rapture and despair.


    I dream, I dream of light,


    yet twin veils of covering cloud and silence


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    and echo of things,


    a reverberation, made blank,


    until in the broken west,


    beyond the flight of any wind,


    lies the land that love and light


    would find.


    I glimmer, I glitter,


    a formless, form-seeking thing,


    a body of light and wishes,


    drawn forever


    by the gleam of hope


    beyond this world.