Bright and beautiful 

angels dance on synapses 

when I wake with you 

In the fading light

the deep shadows stretch towards

the sun's final gasp 

Broken bodies will

begin to heal and fallow 

fields become reborn 

Birds gather on the

branches waiting for someone 

to toss them some food 

Blood runs in the streets 

and they lift their skirt hems to

avoid getting soaked 

 The tide pulls with an

irresistible force towards 

the deep boundless sea 

Return to those half-

forgotten promises that

you made to yourself