1)
gathered and spilled

on the green night edge with silver
light gathered up through the day
spilled out the veins of leaves
in the evening approach
so i
by your touch
am gathered into light
and spill out.

2)
i see you still

though you are hidden from me
in this present darkness
i see you still and ice crystal clear
mine eyes yet desiring you
before all else
and i know that this night will not prevail
shame, grief, an anguish as physical as blows
as corroding as acid
will be no more
never again
and joy will herald the morning
of our return to the garden.

3)
illumination

a firefly flickering its light
deep inside a storm
a candle set in a window
on a night boarded up with fog
the embers of a bonfire on a hilltop
let these be the lanterns
that lead you back to me.