Breathless, Dreamless Bliss
She pondered the mystery
Of paradise with blissful singing
In the silent morning she prayed
For the blessing of a silent night.
Trains moving vast steel cars
Along the long railways
Between the cornfed towns
Assaulted her ears and heart—
Not that she longed to travel far
Just that traveling far seemed
A beacon to her staid soul
In the fury of growth & discovery.
For her the Celestial Face remained
Hidden behind a marble curtain cloud
Of suffering the trammels of childhood
Which whirred behind her stalking.
For her the Cosmic Lover was stretching
Into her heart, crashing through the marble
Curtained clouds of mundane aspiring
To bring her to breathless, dreamless bliss.
Linda's Literary Home 
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