Swifter wings have brought misfortune hence
But never had I seen any with such dark plumage
as those which fluttered above my heart one day
and plucked it from its cage
That day I rattled and shook with emptiness
And put a hand to my chest
I looked down
Then up again
To see my heart being borne across the sea
It soared then sank below the horizon
Just as he had
But I know coincidence well
and I wept wishing this were one
I mourned the loss of his touch more than
I missed the beat of my own heart
He held me as though I were made of glass
Cherished me as if I were made of gold
but in truth I am neither glass nor gold
nor am I flesh and bone
I am heart and soul
yet my heart is brittle and my soul a little weary
and so I shatter and scuff like tableware
When we danced he cradled my very soul in his arms
With my head upon his breast,
I breathed wanton breath
My eyes closed and truth stole from my lips
I swayed and fell into his embrace
He left me with a promise to return,
and I believed he would.
That had always been my downfall:
From the moment it began to beat,
my heart was never my own.
All my life long
it sought to belong to another.
Most hearts do, in fact
and very few prevail
Amor vincit omnia
Love conquers all
I marvel at my own defeat from the water’s edge.
Silhouetted against the sky,
a cormorant passes overhead and settles upon the shore.