voyage to the end

I sin so much harder now
knowing what I know

a sail snaps in the wind
I look the other way,

a dream is returning
from the year

of my birth
to be transfigured

like a DaVinci smile
a nightingale

parting the leaves
a melody

the silver-green
of corn husks

pouring a river
into the sea

redeeming
the Alamos I have lost

Copyright © 2006 Elisabeth Murawski All rights reserved
from Elixir
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission