michael oliver - Trying to be there

There at the end the virgin counsels us
If we ask if she chooses

This is a black this is a white
A world simple a world chosen

Not the now knowing not knowing the then
A world dreamt of worlds undreaming

Here we doubt there was no never doubting
In the stripes of these shadows

The haunting gives no unhaunted time to reflect
A time passant a world unmoved

There at the end the virgin still counsels
In kneeling admitting that we admit

That time was it's own that time truth
An innocence flavour within these shadows

In the dark being of the intended focus
Become my unique my hermit usual

Trapped in habits imagined reality this my drape
Enchanted by failure of chantless cloisters

michael oliver

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trying-to-be-there/