to that silent rhythm that flickers to and fro
no longer turned on by your needs
your cold, unveiled fear reaching for me
in the middle of the night.
In silence, still, Destiny
awaits as I remember how it used to be.
Imitation radiance now replaces me.
Until through nature's whim, unpredictably fierce
you grasp at me, cling to me breathing
relief at my fire
the safe pulsating glare of my light.
This has been a Magpie Tale.
(Sorry. I hope I didn't disturb any of you who get automatic posts. I had trouble posting this and so repeated several times.)