Linda Rosenkrans
Through the veil of darkness, I relinquish my grip
As midnight engulfs the once twinkling stars I held dear
Deceived by serpents, my vision warped
Day masquerading as night, and night as day
Lost keys from another place and time
Might be found beneath an unrelated lamppost
A dodo bird falters, tripping over a wounded wing
Leading to a fateful fall
Fires rage, tornadoes swirl, a hurricane follows in their wake
That lustrous apple, a deceitful allure clouding my senses
An alabaster dove appears on my shoulder
Whispers of surrender caress my ear
“Give them up to me,” he says
I gather yesteryear’s rubbish in a sackcloth bag presenting it to the dove
Accepting the burden without strife, it soars into the horizon
Thy will be done, a solemn vow whispered on parted breaths.