The Vanishing

October 5, 2007 § Leave a comment

Your name strikes a match
in a cathedral’s latch.
Burning in sound,
place the candle around
the unsearchable.
Stop toying with my soul.
The angels in the dark-
Cry. Hark.
My love fell one night,
throwing wax in candlelight.
Cover my face in this cage.
Turn the page.
Make a wish
and vanish.

 

© Sonya Rose

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