Angel

for A.

In woman’s mystery
with wings invisible, announcing love
it is before me. Look! I had not known
that it could be. A goldness and a freshness,
an untold word. And there, invisibly winged
is she.

I have not merited this.
An instant past the doors of history
in which – how can I say? – I fly I fly
outside to meet. Nearer than mind to mind
an all-free intimacy, a mated soul,
a kiss.

Ah dear
in glimmer of goldness far and near you were
an instant at the gate, invisibly winged.
Have I not seen it clear, that lovely face,
those brilliant eyes, a woman tell of love
a world away from here?