Lifting The Shroud Poem by Kevin Rice

Did you awaken gently,
Slow as the morning easing out the night
And, lifting the shroud, arise then
In the darkness wrapped in stone?

Or did some sudden surge
Of unknown energy
Explode the awesome silence
And scatter the rags of night,
Releasing you,
Silently, unseen,
Into the garden,
Where no resounding cymbals
Or seas of laser
Advertised this still secret joy?

And after this,
Only the dawn silence
And herself, slow to see,
And your gentle warning.
'Do not hold on to me.'