Only The Believer May Enter

I am black and you are white at Freedom Roundabout.

   At the traffic light, I caught your eye:

                                    it said go on my love.

   At the traffic light, I am your firebird:

                                      your spring rite.   

At the traffic light, I turned from darkness into light.

  At the traffic light, I am your bride.

I see myself not in black but dazzling white.

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