mysterious and lunar
purged of all the
benefits of magic .
she envoked
the quiet ecstasy of
mystical prayer .
a gentle feather lost
in a tear drop .
temporal words
walked her back from
the edge.
bloodied by a thorn
from a yellow rose .
buried deep in the
paltry light that
silhouettes her hair .
looking at the
soft eye of dawn .
knowing how much
I’ve surrendered,
forever bereft of
the darkness .
I felt the melodies
of faith
and lost her at
the renegade first light .
so religious the fury
of the extinction of hope
beautifully expressed
but slow to comprehend
she handed me a bible .
I stuggled forth into
the artillery of knowledge
listening to the dark
matter of crucifixtion music .
her story moves forward
through the stream
of time on thin ice .
lost in the pale harmony
of the grandeur of
madness.
she believes she will sink
into that ethereal stillness
of dawn .
I believe her soul will float .