Whitsuntide
screaming to the edge
I stop short
and take wing,
sweet ascension.
I knew you yesterday,
the someone else
you were then,
something in your
laughing eyes
made me believe.
Rising with a star
night-dark rage
angry Aries,
was it something I said?
Without the death
no resurrection,
so untie me then.
And in the end,
will it matter to you
if I leap and lose?
