Night wings over night tides.
A gloss and sheen
of an inner radiance
much deeper than dark.
She is the world
behind the seen
yet She is seen behind
the world.
The Black Madonna
is soaring
and Her feathered silence
will deafen all memory
of what has been.
She lifts you
into a shinning darkness
up up up
until you are
Her starry vision.
She is the Mother of Radiance.
You are taken
and before you can
laugh or cry
you have forgotten
how to be anything
but Her dark ascencion
Her bright becoming.
