The shade on the window
kept the morning outside.
Garish , grey and miserable
Christ looks down
from the wooden crucifix
on the wall .
Instead of rejoicing
She shudders
from unending revelations .

A small gurgling creek
wrapped around fortitude.
Blue and purple wildflowers
by the musical water in splays .

Travel to the left
of the fork
till starlight hits the dirt .
Thorns of the rose
Violets without.

Intimacy with no submission
strength to strength
in a night
without questions.
No respite
part love
part war .

Her eyes had the look
Of a smile fading.
Beyond her realm ,
a darkness .

A solemn stone castle
burns a midnight blue .