Through the arc of an eye,
I thought I saw you.
You, like a ghost
in the spaces between
...and oh, how I longed to cross that great distance,
to sail the seas upon your shore...
for that sun you lit within me
was aflame with loves sweet kisses
and I thought myself a vessel that could
hold this overflowing
but as the waters tumbled down,
I saw the arc, a circle...
no end or beginning
from which one could see.
The distance was the ghost itself.
your own resplendent image.
This is how I know you.
As everything you are.
That love so sweet,
is sharp as well,
and cuts the ground from under.
and as the crimson soaks the earth
I know you'll have no finish
... the long and languid facile surge
of here and now
— Sunni Chapman, October 2015