28 May 2010

Arctic Summer

Every morning at drop-off
those rose window eyes turn
to his, he falls to the floor
in front of the altar

Every morning the angel says
"I love you" in a silver-spun whisper
he barely hears sometimes
because the sun has just risen in his face

Every morning he says "I love you, too"
through throat tight with tears on a leash
knowing awareness for precious moments
mayfly in a hyperborean landscape

Every morning, walking out the door
chill descending on his heart
he prays the sun will rise again
bathing him in the gold of an arctic summer


  1. My God she is full of stars isn't she :)

    Peace ~ Rene

  2. I love it...though it breaks my heart.

  3. hold on to these moments, no matter how much blood they draw...and try to remember them when she is 17, bull-headed, fiercely independent and incorrigibly willful.....

  4. Beautiful Irish. My angel is going to be 21 this June and left yesterday for Maui for a month ; -(

  5. "Hyperborean" makes me feel all Lovecrafty


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...