As a droplet of the sea
I thought - I expected - I wished
To vaporise - vanish into the colourlessness
To fall down again completing the cycle
As the right time comes, but here
I was Rose. Trying to dance at Loughnassa,
Yet as Sysyphus got to roll on the past stone.
And you. You thought you were Zeus,
But no, not one nor Hercules.
No trace of nobility in thy glacial, bronzed eyes.
You were simply the life pariah and I tried,
Tried to bring relief to your, by now,
Utterly altered lips. Your hands. Stained.
Tangled in the continuous web of silence.

The angel's halo shone lit up by the dim light
Of the coal - inky, plastic lamp.
Its not dim but more.
My confidantes, my girls of Paradise,
I was becoming the one but your arms
Opened in a half embrace welcoming
The droplets of melancholy
Soon to be diamonds of the history.
For we had to be once witless or imprudent
To gain the wisdom that still awaits in
The threshold. I crossed the door unaware,
In a wave that came - to vanish again.