limbs, sharp timbers,
promises of fallen angels and
forshadowed laments screamed
their forgotten trembles,
shattered in the wake
of those lovers who had
forsaken thoughts:
eternal damnation,
all for one moment's security.

there were countless ages,
swallowed, dismembered,
sold for pretenses and obscurities.

but she, she was the dusk,
making heaven jealous
of all that she could do,
all that could never be
undone.

she came like the ocean
but when she moved
when she moved
she settled
like the sun.

12/07/2003