On Transcendence

The Given Hour

0216.2025

“Mors janua vitae.”

For the Awakening,

your unhurried lover

arrives all dressed in black,

in a coach of onyx

and obsidian to

take your hand, (and your world)

into the long Nightfall—

when shadows bow to see

a glad moon bird singing,

and Fate gifting a veil

spun of Time, for placing

upon your stilled head—

and your Quiet Beloved

Kissing you awake to

Love’s Light and Becoming,

to its Sunrise, when your

journey arrives and you

can’t see why they cry,

all because you must start ~

m.c.f.

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