The Uncloaking         Grey clad woman Hooded, hidden Silent as unclappered bell Mouse grey, small Shrinking to dark, Her shadow self afraid, Unseen, unheard. Sliding into place between them Shapeshifted, human-form. Quiet child, shy smile, Accepted in their midst Cloaked, seen yet not seen. Until angelic sister, brother, Lovers in her universe Approach Encourage Gently lift the grey. It is time. Come forth! Sister, Child, One Heart, Emerge, unfold, reveal! Grey gone Ten thousand years of light Bursts forth. Sword high, razor sharp precise Words In hands surgeon deft To cut to heart and soul With clarity of love Striking deep Gentle parry To the quick. Or standing, Sunrise wings unfurled, Blue, peach, and gold, Her loving heart her only lasting cloak As brandished sword unveils Fear covered human eyes. © Alice Finnamore,  2003