Soft rain fell from blue velvet sky.
He wrapped her in moonlight
All to watch, her shine.
“Make me a cosseted pet.
Your mink moment from the Sally Ann.”
Grey. I was grey. Grey as the stones washed upon the shore, heavy with the history of us. Little stones washed over my feet like scattered pieces of an unspoken truth. As the sea sang in a whispered hush, I flung one stone. Then another. Stone by stone I cast you off.
Except for one. A crooked heart. This one I shall place upon your grave.
“Leave me a moment, a kiss at the altar of the sea.
Find me a stone to remember.”
~ salt and sand, dialogue
The roses in my garden have toppled
Birds seek shelter within the deepest branches of the forest
Everything beautiful bows to sudden summer rain
Meet me beneath the cloudless moon
On the path where the end begins
Make time stand still
Tell me again
all the beautiful and the terrible
Words carried by the wind
Forgive me as I turn, hands shaking
And cast off the dust of you
Arsenic, lead, silver, and bone
“I am a woman but no angel.
Angels don’t exist,” she said.
She is an angel in a hurricane
Her wings- hard scrabbled grace
I can not turn away.
~ Benevolence Is An Angel
She stood in the storm and let
the rain wash the dusty memories from her soul