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.