Saturday, November 4, 2017

Ariel beckons

For Sylvia

I discovered you too late
Lady Lazarus layered in ash
Phoenix that refused to burst from flames
Farewell.

Ariel beckons
I turn. I must.
Leaves tremble. I gaze upon
Paintings inked in the skies.
Tulips, red, breathing - just.

Dying is an Art.

Ariel, Ariel.
Daddy beckoned.

The beachfront set the trap
The wall of green glass drew you in
Why did you answer?

Ariel, Ariel.
I beckon..

You are
Gone.

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