Goodbye

The light has winked out,
a cloud has passed
over bright sunshine.
What will you do now, my love?
Will you drag her broken body
to the gates of heaven
and ask why?

That you must go there
is the answer,
you see heaven is not here,
but loss, sorrow and decay
are out upon the land.

Perhaps they will open,
lead you past the fire of love
and the ice of separation
that sustain each other,
to the bloody heart of time.
Perhaps they will remain silent,
because you do not have the key,
because it would break the spell.

It would be as easy to transport
the devil himself back across
the black water.

Sparrows flit in low branches
this winter day.
I only want to hold them
for a little while.
They have some spark in their eyes.