Out of the things which were first, the greater part of
purple palaces
Inner castles graced with ivory towers and the amaranth
within
The amethyst flowerets mystic pale with milky
light
All fused with royal red and blue
Casting from the windows of my sight
The firstling things I have within
To speak instead in silent gems of the veiled realms of
swiftlight
Of the breaking parts of truth that slowly fill with
love and unravel here
Out of the things which were second, the amaranthine tumbling
spires
From which my inner-writing banners flew
Out from my highest tower my hooded tercel tossed
skyward
Flung from a seamless gloved hand
Set free to gather its beloved prey and return to me
the longed for news
That from afar they would hear and in that oneness promised
Draw near and I would know that from today
I was not alone
