A Prayer Heard (Down the spiral staircase of your hair)
In December
When
The dark falls quicker
Than it should
I pray
It falls not like yonder winter and its woe
Instead, I pray
The night falls
Like
Your
Curls
Desc-
End
When
You
Untie
Your
Hair
Yes, instead I pray.
That December brings,
In her softly taken breath
The warmth of new love
A reason for which to live
A person for whom to dare to die
Eyes to stare into and find
God, calling back through almond eyes
And the smile of pomegranate lips.
In my dreams God walks down
The
Spiral
Stair-
Case
Of
Your
Hair
And tells me that my prayers have been heard
November and December curl
To make room
For a new love
A reason for which to live
A person for whom to dare to die.
