She was like a ripe fruit on the highest branch of a tree,
Many tried to get her,
Only true love found her.
1/9/2020

Able to open up
Not be closed off
Growth over time
Unexpressed emotions
In the open at ease
Feelings making sense
Without others influence
Emotions not seen as weak
After being turned away
Walked away on the journey

I.

This, a final offering,
before the clipping of wings.
A love like blood,
oh anathema.
A grey declined to black,
oh herem.

It means salvation
knelt with darkness.


II.

So it be!
So it be!
So it be!

Ring the bell,
close the book,
blow out the candle.

Douse the sacred sun
and find belief caught in fishermen's nets.


III.

In silence of angels,
climbing broken ladders,
no ascent, no longer.

Salvation has
knelt with darkness.

My daughter talks to
her blueberries like
they're her friends.
My soul smiles
and I never want
it to end.