For Michael and Mary

For my friend-of-the-heart, Michael.

And for Mary~ the woman who stepped

forward to stitch back together the pieces of his soul.

When it is cold and raining

you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me

even closer to your lips.

The inner secret,

that which was never born,

you are that freshness

and I am with you now.

I can't explain the goings or the comings.

You enter suddenly

and I am nowhere again,

inside the majesty.

~Rumi~