“fear not” says the wise one
“this adjustment is no lie.
It brings more than what may otherwise
appear to you as false,
unnatural… fantasy.”

like the remnant
of forgotten trauma
reduced to rubble

a cataract
in my mind’s eye
disappears without warning

i lay stricken
beside love
unconditional

the beauty
of newly discovered truths
fells me forward
into a dark
and somber acquiescence.

one last glimmer
long-gone ages
bring to fore
veritable vestiges
that so do tinge
any future vision

the wise one looks at me
gleaming

“in time
we all may think of these
and laugh again
like children.”

——

My Sweetheart knows

Blessed…

m(___)m