Lace

To conjure the morning
was a promise in feathers,
to feel like the light looks
as though filtered soft through
a film of lace
with all the spaces to move through
to hop on the wings of butterfly pleats
to look through eye-lits so many
to see and know more...
floating on the scalloped sea of
interlocking threads
in
togetherness
in us
in the floral veins of
precious love.
All I really wanted was
for us
to feel
like the light looks
all filtered soft
like a film of lace
like remnants of history
but weavers of a new clock
too.