If Heaven’s greatest love to offer
Proved a fateful chance
You’d turn away
Without delay
To seek the Great Romance.
And if you saw a house of sadness
Made of skin and bone
From warmth you’d flee
To set them free
And face the world alone.
To sit and think in silence
And, as no fool, you know
The curve and the line
Of the dubious mind
And the scent of the lengthening shadow.
A soul in tiger’s coat,
You curse them to Abyss’ deep tide
And off you go
On tippy-toe
Disguised as Boundless Void.
Poetry Copyright © 2017 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Dedicated to Flora.
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