to my knight of cups

8.8.24

revised 8.17.24

tree of life, your cross is light

down and up your beams reign right

in surrender, i curtsie

signaling quite covertly

otherwise, understanding

my celestial landing

plays with the wind; hear it

when my vision is spirit

your voice touched my collar bones

brightened earth with rods and cones

with the softness of your lips

and the honey of your scripts

temper and refine me, knight

let me mature; avoid blight

on this terrestrial ball

our shield will dispel it all

these awakened memories

and these mere accessories

which draw me in with embrace

and just want to see my lace

they strike when my being puffs

spells that come in frightful gusts

even when confession closed

my eyes yearned to be transposed

perception warps a whirlpool

these storms render me a fool

phases merge, cloud becomes sea

spatial zones which now agree

a word up for inspection

immediate dissection

sentences become specimens

then gestures, my medicines

climb this ladder to essence

deflate me with your presence

my amulet in the night

tree of life, your cross is light