Behind The Glass

I will write a very 
soft poem for you today. 
Moon had promised 
to standby. 

You cannot stay outside 
your lips. They were frozen. 
I will trap a ray of light 
when you fall in a pit. 

Such aplomb. I must 
give you a gift of an Ariel. 
Come equinox, I will wait 
for the harvest moon. 

The pure hymns. I 
turn my gold ring for a miracle. 
The scars were singing again. 
Out of reach, a star winks.