who is this angel
that alone walks in this
dream
shawled in murky white
blowing a breeze too fast
like sand flies over dunes
bright yellow butterflies
one thought
and caught on a porch screen
wearing a halo of light
one two many steps
cobblestones in the night
who is this woman
that shines on this step
veiled lucid thoughts
between the rays of light
she is an angel
with bosom of mother's milk
that draws water by the stream
carrying my name in disguise
a tangled web of rumors
bound around her waist
one step and infinity
will awaken her
one step and reality
will warp her
with a crown of thorns
crucified into me |
