Chapter Six

        Everything, Mira thought. This is everything I wanted. 

         Minarets in alabaster

         Moon upon the lake

        Gypsum called out of the waters

        Night named all these things her daughters

        They gleamed in her obsidian


             She carried them in jasmine

        Blossoms of the Empyrean…

        Burning flowers from her tresses

        Spilling starlight into the endless


        Every word Damian read convinced her that the veil was lifting. Dream and reality were blending. 


     She’d watched him pick those words out of the measured air that seemed to fill his mind as if they were flowers from the gardens that surrounded them. And as he wrote, amidst the delicate perfume of flowers, nature ordained a ceremony of their spirits, giving them way to blend like the scent of heliotrope and rose, as she caused him to encounter what felt like everything in the infinite, so that he could make of it a crown to be worn as raiment for her spirit.


            The curator of the miracle

             The one who is the witness

     The watcher of magnificence

     How I am indifferent

     To where the wilds breath

             Falls in its holy reverence


        He said he was painting a portrait to let them sit within it, so their minds could take a space that, before, they hadn’t… although they’d always been amongst its ornaments.


        He said that if she hadn't been there, his mind wouldn't have had a thought with in it. But that, with her sitting there, instead he was completely breathless.


        He seemed to be joking, but the way he said it was so earnest, she couldn't laugh. Because she loved too much the idea that he meant it.


             I saw your eyes among the Heavens

             In bottomless, flaming amphora

             You profaned the nature of the infinite

             For more, one could not have asked of it


        And as he read, his brow lightly furrowed, his eyes solemn in their pursuits among the lines and delicately inked letters, which moved his mouth with the song that they imparted, she was overcome, and took his face in her hands and she looked into his sad eyes… eyes whose sadness he maybe wasn’t even aware of, but which she saw… and she kissed him.

    



        Chapter Seven




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