stronger than the gods you stand
although divine force is what you lack,
I've seen you pull from the underworld
a thousand times back.
and with every sun's turn
I glance at your wings from behind,
the distance does nothing,
to that what death cannot touch.
my love, that is, immortal;
for-ever thriving, living, eternal,
resilient and stained
as the very hands that cup now your face
and the rest has been scratched to ashes
for there is none I could ever write,
say, sing, or act, that to your worth
a fair tribute could offer.
yet there is love! all there is,
not blind or unaware, but
present and alert,
and knowing;
on every smile and laughter,
every glint of your eye,
every word innate to your mouth,
it leeches and grows...
and so it will continue to.
it will reach the skies,
haunt the gods.
disturb their beds of clouds
and horrify them in their wake.
rob them of a divinity that was never meant to be
steal the golden laurel leaves,
snap the lyre's chords,
destroy the heavens for this song.
drop and spill seeds of love
under every fallen one
and watch it corrupt it all—
witness the fall and rise.
of a god forgotten.
until I am but a memory.
until you come from the firmament
into my decaying arms,
and tell me you are safe
at last.
the rise of a flaming bird towards the sun, taking the effort to fall and rise.
