Poem!

[anaka]

Two poems in the space of a year. What the hell?

Beloved
Did you know, when first you set
your foot upon the path
that it would come to this?
When she laughed with you,
sang for you,
put her mouth on you,
shuddered in your arms,
were you on it even then?
Walking into this dark place --
no darker, though, than
where your mind has been --
your voice rises and
life springs forth.
Even light casts a shadow.
The guardian is charmed.
The way is open.
Would sound weep, if it knew?