Orpheus Tried

o' the poison without a remedy, and the fool i would be! if i turned around to face you, and you i did not see!

Orpheus Tried

Where you went
I tried to follow,

rushing the silent night

with strings fighting, ringing! 
playing past the styx red-light!

Calling, became your name

to sing in magma-black winds
where day would never break,

and snakes hissed and slithered pain,

bit poison in your veins —

sent you down
down

the deepest
Olympian gouge

locked

in the fiery lake,
dropped head first and left to drown...

swimming ~

my messy eyes had found you there,
decidedly divine

sharing space 
with everyman

in the bottom-pits end-time;

yet he must have known me coming,
smelt me in the air

for no other soul had expected 

my love to bring me there,

but a hole had opened 
beneath my ground and feet
and falling through the black-glass stone
a throne appeared in front of me:

bronzen skin,
ashen hair,
a fire instead of eyes

he spoke to me of love,
sat beside his standing wife;

and in my heart 
a flame had burned

a key into your hold,

Free! We Are! 

for the simple price
of an order I was told! 

Enchanted ~

you have made me sound
to the ears of that burning devil! 

Worthy ~

you will make my work
to our world so used to peril!

now memories will sing
in hope of the loving souls,
etched along the walls
of this dark-violet burning hole!

but when I hit that chariot light,
caring steps were realized heavy,
as plightful clouds blew over
and my mind was being levied: 

doubt
knock knocking

on the door 
of my housed heart,

where behind 
remains my dream
still walking
towards me

knock knocking 
came doubting
naturally paralyzing

my decision to be free,

o' the poison without a remedy,
and the fool i would be!
if i turned around to face you 
and you i did not see!

in haste
I do not trust

and you
I turn to see

and in your eyes

I grasp
at a smile

fading beneath the green;

and again 
you have been taken
    far, far
      from me. 

Eurydice

I'll remember what you say to me 
I'll remember how you sound, 

the longest task will be forgetting

the breath of our acceptance;

so if you’re you, 
or just the shadow

my future, 
or suddenly past, 

always

I'll find you pleasant,

and a peace 
in your present cast.