Translucence
All forms are empty because all forms pass.
But that only makes me love you more –
You and all sorrowing things,
But especially you as as I saw you today
In a suspension of light without time
That fell between two haloed towers.
All the turns of past and future were
Simultaneously present in that radiance
Of flesh and bone, like the fan of colour
Emerging from glass where only
White light entered.
