Yet
Yet lancet arches are what really made
.
…
Me choose this elegant, receding view.
Ranged narrowest ones gave their distant, blade-
Like contemplation of the glass—and you
Arose within my consciousness. What chance
I had for consummation of my love
Seemed symbolized by each hard, rocky, lance-
Like gateway to unfocused blue above
Embroidered altar cloth. Did they proffer
A hope behind, beyond their knife-like stone?
Did negative vista space there offer
The possibility that I could own
..Those parts of you that seemed so far away
…. From grasp? Could challenges be led astray?