it is it is stronger than any other thing we can do…

the rose-fingered dawn breaks
auzure sky broken by violet clouds puffing past
in the breeze

walking – is it a dream ? – i reach out
on my right arm an owl lands
with eyes as brown and round as a young girl
a neck soft and supple

reaching out to touch this creature of beauty
she recoils

my hand covered in blood
its’ chest open
heart failing
I did this ?

walking – is this a dream ? – or….

where is my Persephanie ?
I heard her cry out
Now she is gone

I will wonder,
How would I love her


2012 – 2013


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