I will write a very

soft poem for you today.

Moon had promised

to standby.

You cannot stay outside

your lips. They were frozen.

I will trap a ray of light

when you fall in a pit.

Such aplomb. I must

give you a gift of an Ariel.

Come equinox, I will wait

for the harvest moon.

The pure hymns. I

turn my gold ring for a miracle.

The scars were singing again.

Out of reach, a star winks.