A light came on
burning through the
January dark.
Clouds hung low
and through the melting snow
came the bow of my ark.
But oh
you were snatched away
long before that
afternoon of glory.
He pushed the ring
onto her hand
and she turned her face to me
and said:
Take your breath and
cradle it in your lungs;
put to your lips what’s left
of my lover’s crumbs;
leave your skipped heartbeat
with me,
he’s not free
to take it;
and stand there
before him in the light;
forever clothed,
your soul so naked
in your eyes.
So I raise my white flag.
But you must learn
you can’t hide from life.
Sirens & Muses 