A Fourth Eve

An angel (or something between God and man)
stops her and says: "But wait, there is no time
in heaven, that is for the flesh and everything
bound to the hourglass universe of woman
and man and the named beasts that walk
the earth slaves of a broken covenant
once made before youth was slain
by the first lovers. They say nothing
truly dies merely combines with others
in the greater universe. The physical
as much one as the soul which is God.
A tear drop in the ocean becomes the
ocean. The spark of light, less than a
candle flame, of a single life, becomes
a star within a sea of luminaries, the hour
of death brighter than any moment in life.

She said: I have waited all my life to see and
to know, with eyes aflow with tears of certain
knowledge, the curtains of my mind torn down
the rags to pieces and burnt. And now come
you in all your finery as though you must be
the emissary it's unmistakable, of my father's
Lord and task master. And yet I do not believe
you, your countenance a pool of divinity,
your lips dripping with truth. And yet I fear you
stand only to decieve me. Your words are
sweet that seal the shells of my ears
that scare me of a fate that may or may not be.
That ward me from sin only to draw me back
again. That confounds my sole Beloved
through streets I've known since birth.
With whispers of follow me, come walk
with me if only for a while. Kiss the mouth
that has awakened you. Part the lips
that smile. The drawn corners of the mouth,
the quarters of the troubled heart. Halved
by palms of light that cup the fire of existence...

...a sun sets and rises in my head
a God is born...