Sick, the heart from hope deferred: dismayed.
The bindings loosen: slack, their tension’s part,
Endorse the way, adulthood’s bubbling start,
For, free, the child to sleep, the funeral made.
Then here, I, fettered to the growing maid-
En’s hip. Will she, with eyes and ears depart
And steal my every turn of feeling, art,
And muse and sense of purpose, her upbraid?
To death with life, to death and no reviv-
Al, brightest shadow, failure’s torment smile.
Yet starlight sneaks among the heavens’ hive,
A midnight rainbow pregnant and fertile.
My soul’s strands knit to hers at every seam,
To separate would never reconcile.