The Land of Hidden Things
By
Radiance Angelina Petro
Is there any way of telling
how great his love?
Distance is a mirage to him.
He follows my roving
and ferrets out light though
I burrow myself into my myself.
He considers nothing impossible.
Invitations to his snuggery
stand no matter where I go.
He carries me—his wings unfolding
as we rise, into the land
of hidden things.
He slants the opposite direction
my mind wants to go.
Every sweep and graceful turn
conveys his conviction
I will one day walk with him
in fields of golden light.
