The afternoon we wandered into the old masonic cemetery (and I am certain, the gate was half open already)
That we inadvertently tore through the veil?
As we stepped across the threshold did you feel the sudden rush of stale wind carrying the muttering invocations of long dead brothers?
They urged me to ascend the staircase tomb and standing there, on the ramparts overlooking the pillars and stones, I could see them -
Chanting in grave rotted livery, holding twisted hands bent in archaic symbols towards the setting sun
Then I saw you, divine in your true aspect, your eyes a refection of my own morality, your laughter an echo of my last sweet breath.
A gateway to eternity, the sun a glowing nimbus behind you
I stood on the mausoleum rooftop, swooning, wavering like a heat haze, praying you would catch me in my Icarus-fall
And the dusty brethren of the Perfect Union lodge sighed beneath my feet "Beau Soleil"
1998
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