river of she

the last hour hangs, a dark sheet unmaking dawn is a moth, betrayed by the flames of lovers' lovers' candles and the river of she, who leaves on her own tide i warm in a home made sea, bed undone; sands, eyes, oceans: one in the exquisite world of ebb, flow and rise i cry for teaching; cause of flame, sandalwood, soft red escaping... unveiling the intimate distance of silent night and the voiceless... who are bright with death, bright with flight and her last word unheard; the river of she passing through dawn passing through the half light of change