Before the memory, Before the sun

[Guest guest]

Between the parted pages of memory

I am bound

Gagged, broken armed

Venus

Rising from pale blue skies

Crowned in the glory

Of the love I have for you,

Silenced amoung the stars in my

Wanton abandonment,

Transfigured on a holy mountain

Tied to your distant shore,

Before I fell upon your water,

 

Before the sun came up

And melted our horizon.

 

 

 

 

Ana