He Who Lights The Pillars of the Skies

Who is this beloved who causes me to weep

Hardly having gazed into her eyes

Or touched her face or kissed her dove-white feet?

A vision fugitive before me flies,

I cannot see the person for the dream,

And all the world is filled with memories

Of one who came to me on that dark night,

One whose bearing spoke of death's demise

And dawns to come with amethystine skies.

Is this she who once I saw in human dress

Seated throned upon a golden dais?

Those who would climb above the world's duress

No sincerity of soul her love denies,

The Mother of all lives, Creatrix, She

And He who lights the pillars of the skies.