world-song

bite the apple, Eve

chain us to this world
green-laced heaven's crystle
a lady, beautiful and demure
a mother, a muse
a cradle in cross cut ribbons of velvet blue
a tempest's mistress
in fates a dealer of cards
smooth painted maiden-fair
geisha of celestial tones

a beauty to behold
an aching to leave

call me home
lover, mother, sister's child
catch my heart and hold me fast
to your burning arms,
i shall return at last
to trail fire and dreams,
like tattered wings
in a final brief death-keening of glory
returning to my lady grace
my jungle amazon
my firstborn bearer
spawner of my dreaming being
to lie as ash upon her lips
swept like broken comets' eyes onto her shores