Unclinging and Lighter Than Air
until only the wind
is her robe;
then moves like a soft breeze
in the eyes of God.
A crown is placed upon her
by warrior's gnarled hands.
She smiles
and rolls the crown
to her lover's feet,
cherishing the lightness
of her blue hat of sky.
A white robe is placed upon her
by beautiful women.
She laughs
and drops the robe
at her lover's feet
loving the lightness
of her robe of wind.
He meets her with the blessings
of every good thing,
placing a crown of green thorns
upon her with a kiss.
Rose buds bloom amongst the thorns.
It is His wedding wreath of roses.
It is... lighter than air.
Poem © Blake Steele 1996