Sunday, May 17, 2015

She Came

She came
Down the hallway
Of my dreams
Resurrected from maggoty dust
Death had graced her
With her beauty back

In this ethereal synapse
She radiated, the warmth
I could not find in life
Perhaps set free
From maternal obligation
She could now like me

Or maybe death 
Is warmer than life
A voice, not hers said
 “Everything will be alright
Once she had passed
From life”

Symbols undecoded
Traced out in the sands
Of my mind, two hearts
Within a circle pierced by an arrow
Secret hieroglyphics erased
With an eyelids flicker

I wonder why
She would cross the Styx
Perhaps to find some peace
For a restless soul
Though of hers or mine

Is still to tell

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