It was me, peering through the looking-glass.
beyond the embrace of christ.
like the secret face within the tapestry.
like a bird of prey over the crest.
and she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask.
her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled.
emptiness followed by her wake.
i could clasp her in undying love.
within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine.
she faced me in awe. 'twas a token of ebony colour.
embodied in faint vapour.
wandering through april's fire.
compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you.
i will endure, hide away.
i would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure.
it is a mere destiny i thought, a threshold i had crossed before.
the rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came
the forest folded its branches around me.
something passed by, and i went into a dream.
she laughing and weeping at once: "take me away".
i don't know how or why, i'll never know when.