Once upon a mountaintop I saw,
and having seen could not unsee, forget
the white light of a soft robe rendered
diamond sharp; its bright folds scratched my eyes.
For an instant only, looking up, I saw his face,
caught my breath remembering love,
the face of love shining, blurring,
doubling, tripling, dissembling in a bright cloud.
I stumbled down the mountainside, streaming,
screaming inside for what I had become
since love was lost, which now shone out;
blind to all else, I was bedazzled and bewildered.
Later, he spat on the ground, smeared mud in my eyes;
the shadows crowded back, washed away the clean light.
My sight returning as it left, a blurry mess,
I saw him leave with my heart trailing.