Gentle now, the breath toppled from her lips,
The trembling acorn of bosom stilled,
Frigid from hollow to hem, her fingertips
Tender, cheek of the softest of builds.
Her spirit raised a yawn so serene,
A call to the Heavens, as fate had willed.
Now she stood, form but a smoke screen,
Ethereal in shape, her aspirations distilled.
She emerged unforgivingly, sure as a wild tsine,
Entering the realm so revered since her days as a child.
Noting above heights greater than a thousand towers of Mentmore,
And an unclaimed utterance, a murmur of seven great guilds,
In each a claim of an exquisite light henceforth,
Granting her the delicate autonomy of choice.
She began on the divine tour, amorphous eyes raised north.
She ascended calm as linen, no force barring her way,
An endless plain of goodwill, all on the same footing.
Essences obstructed on earth now evident as the donkey’s bray,
About her they meandered, unhesitant, sooting
Any preconception she might have fostered,
Of some stationary meaning of the distillate of human.
She attempted to exclaim- here was she nobody’s daughter?-
Yet her new glamour lacked tongue,
And her fellow saints possessed no cochlea, sound insubstantial as water.
She assumed no reply, yet sensed inside herself sprung,
A wholeness akin to the whisper of rain.
Lounging in ecstasy, humming along
To a music about her as she settled within herself,
Open enough now to consider all the others’ phantom songs.
Plainly turned towards her, she took note of a pair,
In unspeakable harmony, no memory yet
The murmur of mutual smile and ocean-dove care
Within one another, secrets they had kept,
And now up above, they allowed themselves submergence,
Dipped in careful shared euphoria- Oh! What a free set.
She affirmed with a certainty, kept steadily hence.
These hallowed two knew of no drowning, they need not sputter and gasp for fresh air,
For in the dredges of the earth, she pinned this enamorment as their cleanse,
And upon arrival here, whole were they still as one; no, ne’er
Had she felt such warmth, and such comfort within.
And then they flowed by her, leaving her with mind so full and fair
As a fresh sheet of parchment, no sapphire or powder or blood’s taste of tin.
Simply the whisper of childhood boughs of holly, “love,” upon gone lips.
Had she possessed lashes, they may have softened for her kin.
Now wandered her gaze towards another, who noted, coming quite near.
His aura drew first intonations of torment, flashes of sullied tile,
Flaking flesh and rotten-pink eyes, yet still quick as this thought could appear
Came to her by simple virtue of his presence an ebbing as sure as the shift of sundial,
Wispy, overgrown dawn and the relief of the path of the dragonfly.
Communicated she a question, wondering at the glimmer of a dusk blind by trial,
And strode upon he the message, one of harmony, a steady “aye,”
In the unpampered face of soulless shame. He told glimpses of the dreaded bean nighe,
Creature of breathless foretelling, of anticipated shivers and blood-letting cries.
Yet all the same, stood he firm as downy birch, demanding her to gratify.
Quiet now, where lips had been flew breath of the sweetest nature,
The once-sallow pine of breast more vivacious, the intoxicating song of Lorelai.
Just as the monarch emerges fresh as dew from her cocoon, so the celestial Heavens swooned her,
Her very being alive, druzy garnets igniting the ragged reach of broken wave to pregnant clouds .
Where lips might have lain, she smiled, at peace in the pious lure.
