There was a woman once I knew Whose love could not smother but coo Poised and fragile, butterfly in flight Color fed, serene, as though untouched
But soon a break, a turn to flush Like a giant gouache engulfed Bleeding sores, memories ill stored Disillusioned lanterns invaded by civil wars Promised quotients and debts unpardoned Propellants to sadden a shadow-grafted soul
This hewn of binding hues heralds each morn Blessing thine escape, the grasp Divine A postponement for a vagrant troubadour Searching in breaths to shore, to shore Without implosion or demi-tour.
Lake Arrowhead, CA 6-12-2007