Passage of a day, as if blown away...

Sometimes like
A passage of a day
Blown by the winged gay
You me come a flight
Higher deeper genuine like a bower
Of heavenly peace as Love
Of a white swan...

Sometimes like
A passage of a day
Blown faraway
By the magic of the Unfathomed
you like a rest come
A cool superlative phase
As if a songy passage
Like Her omniscient omniphotonic Love
Of a white dove...

and me
Becomes
A passage
Of a man turning slow a sage
As if a phase
Cool
Like a Call of You...

Becomes...
Just...