Face of an angel, sleep or ‘most awake.

Why’d she carry those crosses, those the others make?

Lightning eyes, never scared of scarred cliffs, never more to climb.

At ease with the lunar and stones that cry, tamer of wolves, tinder of smile.

Always beautiful. Always mine.

Can you still save us in time?

Your babies in baskets, downriver, with a bright sparrow view.

Pharoah watch aura us now, sleep off chains, make you like new.

“Why can’t we love more?”

“Why didn’t we before?”

But it was you who loved us, still naked and poor.

I walk with Elijah now. Ten angels I knew.

But none so battle weary, lonely, lovely, like you.

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