. . .Losing Her
The dreaded day . . .
She lived, breathed in an instant; charmed, stepping back to youth
Eyes of stardust, heaven’s heart, a longing to be my tapestry.
Lilypad laughter; skipping the blade; staring past an idol remade.
Hunger afoot; carried her from and back to three; when God
Trusted in giving her to me.
Years like fog; creatures of burden. Drank the wine of absurdity;
Dressing like the dawn; envying the angel’s breath, and rusty halo unseen.
Youthful cares; broken, tear-dripping stairs; I lay beneath her face.
Clasping, surging her blood; looking, looking, blindness by fools.
Walking once. Sleeping twice. An eyelash I keep.
Cursed be the morn; I grope with a word, hoping she will live,
Turn, appear . . .only once. Only a moment measured . . .
Absolute rhythms, universal greetings, her to vanish with me.
Alas, the vulture sighs; death, lives, and dies. A choked vow.
Rainbows we mastered with cups divine. Tear drops we lost
To forget one heart. War to set and a love inset, I drown.
Upward, circular dimensions of prisms unseen. She winked.
The axis knelt. A heart not loved, not captured, an angel not.
In a moment, jealous time, sandy eyelash, pinkish hues of mine
Easel of hatred; brush of ice; she touched; lived; gave a soul entwined.
Eagles silent. Serpents dead. Nothing exists. A tale not seen.
Cherubim’s sing; hearts bleed; phantom atop his raging steed.
Tiny her steps. Whispers her words. Crawling as a beast, I hurt.
A rope to here. A nod to there. Where can “this” opaque being be?
Running chained; no name tamed, yet “I” fail.
She moves her silver gate; Biblical monuments escape, yet “I” cry.
Looks down; Slightly smiles; she feels the scars, wasted miles.
Reaching, I beg for one spark, one flicker, a compassion not known.
Breath hates my soul. I lose the toll, she vanishes, a heart in line.
My eyes dimmed. I tremble. I whimper. “I” fail.
No name. Shame is her foe. And gowns of others lost.
I saw her once, a shadowed kiss. Embracing her death.
Her lips, far more perfect than creation. And eyes see through darkness nigh.
I dreamed. She loved. The lines of mystery entwine.
Where gardens live, and creatures stir. She masters, nourishes, returns.
A sermon by a fleshly-mouth; deafness to the masses in time.
She lilts here. There. Teasing. Loving my scent.
Money gone. Wars unsought. No home I have to give.
Beasts in stars and “I” on knees, never kneeling to entity around.
She spoke, I died. And sands of Egypt flew to my soul.
A laugh again. A journey of ten, yet “I” can never have
A lock, a perfumed-instant, a hand to push her sky.
Children laugh. Clowns in mocked array parade the dark seas.
Vultures fly. Their time is gone. And “I” still touch her cheek.
A twitch, a giggle, a daring walk to prove
Giving all, gaining none, and yet, “I” am to one beat.
At last. Our past. A silken sigh to say.
Good-bye, eternal bliss. And God’s peace we drank.
Seething, searing, she takes my heart, rends my soul,
Walks on the wall, and “I” only able to fall.