The final days.
1.
Skylights above
the end of the world
shine light on the words
of the prophecy.
I can’t tell you how much I care
or I may die.
You may die.
And I care so much
it hurts.
2.
Shadows haunt me.
Nothing to protect me.
No one understands.
Death touches me
in my living room.
I still don’t want to die,
but seeing you cry
makes me know
I can
if that’s what it takes.
3.
I am the lamb.
A little child
leads me
through the shadows.
No arrows
can pierce me.
My sacrifice was made
long ago.
4.
Arrows above
the flow
of my dress
guide me to you.
I follow because I know
who you are.
You are the boy
who thinks he loves me.
The man who loves me
sees it
in your eyes.
5.
I can’t stand to see
you there,
drowned in the pool
of our pities,
for even if I love you,
I can’t put breath
back into
your beautiful
face.
6.
The dress encircles you like my heart
and I am risen,
revived by your veneration.
As the music swells
I reach for you,
soon to die,
to fly away
and send them all back
where
they came from.
7.
Dying
only made me more
secure
in my beauty,
in my strength,
and you can’t take
that
from me.
