gold ‘neath lifeless tongue
Kharon’s toll to oar the Styx
welcome to Hades
Kharon’s toll to oar the Styx
welcome to Hades
from out of the fading fog
a face
a gaze
entrancing
familiar
intimate
all with my soul
all… in the Now
how I pretend hard
to want to believe
her peer was for me
She… even back Then
till the canopy of my soul
embraces her wholly
sweltering our love
to a frosty florid pearl
so be born Spring
the fear fueling your feet
your mind’s rear view mirror
in prayer against the preyer
whose victory would buy
an enjoyable feast
an enjoyable slumber
or worse
your eyes
your nose
your ears
on a senseless wall
safety from Nature’s witchcraft?
hereafter’s bird cage?
if so
by then
it might be my turn
to walk
upright