Formless, I glide where sounds and wishes

tell of my motion oceanward,

no moment's flare

gives hue or life to the shapes

that, unaware, convening upon

my thought,

incant the spell

of night-thick shadows

that compels the soul from pain

to rapture and despair.

I dream, I dream of light,

yet twin veils of covering cloud and silence

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are drawn across the movement

and echo of things,

a reverberation, made blank,

until in the broken west,

beyond the flight of any wind,

lies the land that love and light

would find.

I glimmer, I glitter,

a formless, form-seeking thing,

a body of light and wishes,

drawn forever

by the gleam of hope

beyond this world.