"Disregard"

God is found most in the moments you stop looking. I guess that's why the searching never find him, fully, but only in pieces.  With infatuation, the world seems far away, and you're a distant dreamer. In love you see the world close up, finally, clearly.  And you're made a witness of what it is you were really searching for. So it is with god.    

Light grows softly
As I pass through
I fall out of myself
And drift into you
The sky glitters with dust
In the deep night gray
The wind is a cold ghost
And I'm swept far away
Far from warm skin
Near unending things
I wink at every angel
Who spreads her wings