The Feast of the Dormition
A threnody of weeping
Solemn as winter
The church almost empty
Nails break upon hard wood
A taper gutters
A baby cries
I step aside from the golden curtain
Stumble and shiver
Walk to our home
The silence shimmers
You enter my room
An ivory Angel
White naked breasts
Blatant with summer
A baby cries
We hardly perceive her
I caress your beauty
Hands golden with worship
But you turn from my loving
To comfort the child
I watch your curved shoulders
Weighed down with compassion
I stumble to help you
But sleep comes to part us
A cold hard door
Slammed in the darkness
Love opens my senses
To dying haunting us always
Nails break upon hard wood
A threnody of weeping
Silence returns
Solemn as winter
Night shades out the beauty - the sweet beauty of life
A taper gutters
I step aside from the golden curtain
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
August 17th.- 19th.- October 12th. 2012.
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