In Medias Res Poem by Richard Weissman

New eyes reflect your light transcendent,
Unborn worlds flutter on your touch,
Nothing clings - save love eternal,
Captured in present, in presence.
Mind clears though ripples persist,
All our days now unfurled midst white glory,
As every dream blooms full.
Hand in hand we rise mid-journey,
And you revealed in medias res, as partner... for life.
I quiet to your call,
Stars whirl 'til I'm nearly lost,
Still I trust in the truth of this process, of your essence,
'til together
We are whole.
'til together
We are home.