a pink winged bird flew across my eyes
and the rain danced down, but only for a moment.
my hand was a small universe away from yours,
your body now a thought unspoken,
unfinished, unsaid
and silenced.
she sings with such sorrow.
I would crawl inside that bird and fly far and farther, weeping.
maiden, hear a maiden's prayer!
life is short and precious and holy
and the time is done.
Here I am, still holding up my end of the rope, pulling harder,
and your end spills and tumbles into the light burden of
air and emptiness.
her voice is cutting me thin and mournful.
I would bear these wings to feel the weight of sky, to
soar into the storm of sadness
and howl like the wilderness of this life.
maiden, hear a maiden's prayer!
No comments:
Post a Comment