The eye of night has risen before me. 
And I am bound.  
Rooted
to where I stand. 
How many lifetimes,
have I seen her magnificence.  
Felt the white light surround me. 
Hold me. 
And yet I remember no other night
as complete as this. 
I can not remember
being this mesmerized. 
I can not remember
feeling such peace.
I can not remember
hearing the voice as clearly
as I hear her now. 
Whispering.
I will always be held. 
Embraced
by the heavens.

December 1999