Lazarus’s Recurring Dream

“ You are Light,” he said,

“And, I am cold, cold Lazarus
Lifted into a dark drift of dreams
Lit only by the palest of moons.”

Sun, lost in memory

Said nothing in reply.

But, then, smiling she turned to him,

Her sudden brilliance
Blinding him back into darkness,
Waking the garden
In which he sat
Under the gaze of God.

He then opened up his body

And she willingly entered,
Warm hands encircling
The chill of his heart,
Offering resurrection;
Completeness.

Stilled in his blindness,

Remembering the softness of
A touch that ached across
The emptied years of space,
He finally understood
The terrible beauty of love.

Sun, meanwhile
Caught in her own silence,
In her own loss,
Raced westwards
On across the sky
Filling in time.