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.