i lay silent and hidden

beneath the veil

of an unknowing ravine

where width

swallows the length

of its yearning

and i come to you

on stationary wings

a static soliloquy

above towers of ivory

burning for meaning

as what is good and true

is stilled

beneath a blanket of blue

melting into the ink

of a cosmic quill

and i gird my belt

for the singular diaspora

as i pull our hearts

from the quotidian mire

lives afire

souls ablaze

with the strength

of love’s ways

~

© M.G. Iannucci 2019

Photo: Manhattan