I.

And it was in that magic instant
I came alive.

My pulse raced.
A dormant longing pierced my breast,
like the surge of a comet
propelling itself towards the sun.

As Pygmalion carved Galatea,
Your flaming gaze drew breath
into a multiverse of space,
bending the fabric of time,
before there was any concept…
of sky…

Fast backward through millennia,
Your elements appeared like an equation
I had been trying to solve.
Alchemical divinity, igniting twin flames, 
Seeking their mirror in the mist.

How is it we lived
With half-lives streaming the other direction?
And what mountains of truth
Flow silent in your embrace?

II.

I am a library full of thoughts
But it is you who writes with light

One day, Archangel Gabriel
slid down my bannister.
Startled, I asked him why
I was born to this world
of sadness, pain, human suffering
With the corners of his lips upturned
His response was silence,
as books began to pour
through an opening in my chest.

And then an intense knowing appeared.

III.

An ancient portal unlatched, 
unfurling a new world searching for its roots.

Oh Heart,
Sing to me your verses
Of primordial sound
Of first light illuminating light

The flowering contemplation of heaven
Revealing a dome, clear as a diamond,
Infusing sacred psalms into my skin.

IV.

Like a swim in the Bosphorus
Which land do I land on?

Your arms transformed into wings
that could wrap the ocean’s currents.
But which river is it
that carried You away
to the shadows of my sleep?

You were the blue horizon
of my imagination.
If only I could reach back,
I would crawl into the
cymbals of your heart
and sing an aria
to Your rising tide.

V.

Your golden aura melded into mine
like the scent of orange blossoms awakening in the spring

Our symmetry rests deep
in the land of our nativity.

Your Blood,
My Blood.

You posture tall, reflecting
the radiance of being.

And I ,
treading life,
between heaven and earth,
long to bathe
in the sunrise of Your breath.

–Arica Hilton