:: Requiem ::

When

When the sky breaks, blue on blue,
And makes way for my azure song,
I smile but for the darkening,
Of my matyrdom, my wrong.

I may never wake,
From the wrath and care of sleep;
In light of this satin scar,
That is pain and gain on par!

You may never be,
More or less a day undimmed:
My crimson prose and azure song,
My facade of strength unseamed―

Unable to be weak,
Unwilling to be strong:
When the sky breaks, blue on blue.

***

Hope

A thousand and one nights of curious glitter,
Weaving gentle rage inside my stories.
My Arabian prince, you are my dreamscape sitter,
Poison my wine and their dahlia glories.

A solemn rushing of breathing, beating whim,
Salutes to a chasm of thoughtless tort;
My bridge to a war against you and him,
Is stringed and whipped to wind in cruel retort.

A private wake, now, to my homeless lover,
Can you hear the pipes and their velvet notes?
When time can break on stones and not go slower,
Then love can be our fidel antidotes.