She was a goddess in his eyes
when he did not know her.
She knew marriage would take her
off the pedestal but hoped desire
and love could learn to live
on levelled ground.
But when pedestal crumbled
A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL
I wander through carpets of heather and primrose
leaving behind a discordant arena
my salve is found locked in this garden
where a single flower can restore the soul
no strife present in this cloister...
Over the course of eons, the flow of water
Has shaped the stone,
The sharp edges smoothed and rounded
By the water’s constant flow.
To weep is an honest exclamation,
A reclamation of the soul.
The rock is old...