SAINT JULIAN PRESS

KEVIN MCGRATH ~ POET

 

U T O P I A

 

N O R A

 

The luminous paramour who has no body

No name and speaks no word and knows

How it is to be human circling us

When we are still quiet in the world

 

Morning like an unseen raptor

With its hard blade of shadow

Falls on our deficient minutes

And our wounds of indecision

 

Then the flames surround us

Clear lucid invisible fire

As each quick day vanishes

In haste as if hunted by hawks

 

In this seasonal flamboyance

We are stripped of all clothing

Ingenious hands barely touch

Blameless and sincere

 

Superhuman are those hours

With eyes gently closing

They judge us for our kindness

Our attention to their light

 

Exhilaration runs on the air

Knowing there is only innocence

Cruel and separating lovers

Shining severely as they embrace

 

Beneath a heavenly universe

Stars pause each vivid second

Their secrecy of truth is just

A friend with whom we walk

 

Miraculous like nothing on earth

This companion who takes us away

With the moral beauty of courtship

Deluding us of absence

 

For supernatural is this life

Unspeakably loyal and so inviting

Regardless of how we pretend

We are here for ever

 

All creation now observes

This secret of true love

We enter the world but are prior to life

As sunlight enters each following day