To Vet a Tear

Let the night be gentle—a kindled flame. I relax a lie—and

Vet a tear. My holy dimension—why such sin? We freely

Die, my love; if only to freely live, my love. And so deep—

The nectar—seraph wings. Cry the mountain—my heart:

Awake the nearest miracle. I flinch—to utter love; and

Perish—to foster love. What is such friction—a tempo soft.

Let the night be gentle—a kindled flame. I strip a phantom—

And vet a tear. She dies—affection; and lives—a goddess.

In truth, we rob the light; only to forsake a prayer. And

Never, my cello—the darkest wind. What is such miracle—

A haunted love? The vibe—my passion: please skip a beat.

For much the madness—a smitten soul. Something is

Living false; and something—a devastation. Thus, aflight,

A holy soul; and thus, adrift, a woman’s mind.