Without End

She fell from a star,
Wings still smoldering
Into his outstretched arms and heart
And dreams of wanderlust.

He called her nepenthe.
She whispered love.
They healed each other’s wounds and sang
And sipped the nectar of each other’s joy.

Feathers grew.
Distant voices prodded flight.
Want becomes need.
Need becomes weight.
She ran from her lover
And from her fate.

Two distant stars on
Canvas black.
She missed him and braved the journey back.
Standing there she holds his gaze.
He smiles and speaks her name.

With footfalls small
They try again to capture light.
The embers glow but fire burns and steals and kills
The truth that clouds her sight.

She calls to him.
But his reply
Is nothing more than acknowledgement.
Sky falls and crushed by clouds she cries.

Why?
She tried to ask him this.
No words the winds did bring.
And still she waits for honors creed
To rise before his needs.