Symmetries of Sublime Consonance

 

Heartbeat—
life’s small persistent bow,
love’s tug returned.

A side-tip of radiance
pulls soul from non-existence;
an arch bends, two eyes
meet—gli occhi dolci e gioiosi—
and step, ungoverned,

into rivers, streams, rains
of rolling rhythm,
rhyme loosened past verse-ends.

Emptiness alters, beat alters;
beauty’s dream borne

here—into our open air.