Lantern Burn a Gateway

Lantern Burn A Gateway I waited at the edge of this deserted cave for you to come to take me home. Scatter my ashes in the hillside Overlooking the blue sea Paint my face with this red dirt. Harsh is this desert sand The sun bakes my flesh and dissolves my saliva My last day’s death a serpent cometh on me In haste even my lantern bows slowly day by day Day is night my oil burns fast Hurry my love I wait. Take me away from here remember me The flight soars high always a bloom the exit only a new. Pen paper all wrapped up my last sweat, last breadth Last teardrop. I made it my sweet; slow is your walk, my heels wish you near Be close yet stay far. I waited to play my harp for you Come when the dice man role your numbers No sooner, better yet later. ©2005 Pamela Creary PAC