red light

he sped to her room

whence he eyed the one 

dressed for his joining;

his passions lusted for the rose

vased upon the mantelpiece-

thorns and all

on going to st. michael's

o dark room of ebon' space

door framed in graced light

you, friend of risk and sweet mystery

draw yourself to my troubling doubt;

the Orange Sun-Dot pinholes your bosom-dark

a blazing stream of fiery beam

bending back 'pon Fear's embrace

for rites of Hope that eyes can't see

*The distance is nothing; it's only the first step that is difficult.

-Madame du Deffand