KS Culbreth

mysterium

Stranger.
More ancient than the hills
this mysterium which becomes
a pulse toward you, of you.
In the darkness of a hazed dream
immaculately you appeared
as from Time’s womb
or some chthonian depth
having burned off the gloom
of the unknown and
dread of uncertain fate,
burned off the gloom as a
crimson star bursting into its own,
a star more ancient than this mysterium
warmer, brighter than sun.