Enigma

for Beth

O, terrible angel,

bright lover and avenger,

full of whimsical light and vile anger;

wild stranger,

seeking the solace of night, or the danger;

pale foreigner,

alien to man, or savior.

Who are you,

seeking consolation and passion

in the same breath,

screaming for pleasure, bereft

of all articles of faith,

finding life

harsher than death?

Grieving angel,

giving more than taking,

how lucky the man

who has found in your love, this our reclamation;

fallen wren,

you must strive to fly though your heart is shaken;

weary pilgrim,

you must not give up though your feet are aching;

lonely child,

lie here still in my arms; you must soon be waking.

Originally published by mojo risin’ magazine