Repairing The Transformer

With many years alone-
You comb through old and new-
To find where you belong and
To that home stay true.

Plenty the enemies of intimacy-
Turn and kiss their cheek.
That your fistfuls of will
Bring the appropriate fire but
Still let it burn and breathe-
That you touch
The gold light of shadows-
You would dance both
Under and over the clouds
Knowing sky as sky,
Showing your eye its eye.

Bent wrongs and
Well within our rites-
Secret ascension.
My love longs to be
Spent in expression-
A thousand colored lights.