Twice Mirror’s Fold… Poem by Frances Kay

Dance light by scattered moonbeams ~ trance, the night
whilst life’s lapped waves of mirror’s pool recall
indigenous, hid mist’s time … lapsed delight
of lovers kissed, spared not tryst’s brace ~ enthral…

Funds he a river, she ~ a fallen star
in formal dress, compressed magnetic stream
of pulsing signals t’ward delight ~ who are
fair, called to resonance … dream’s faithful scheme…

In union, bliss meets Heaven, Earth ~ now team
expanding line of conscious thought, where light
meets matter dark … reflections spark, glows ~ gleam
toward new life ~ combined two, one … now theme
where pleasure’s gain brings forth twice mirror’s fold
a presence blessed … confined, genes jest ~ uphold…