Charon

By Chie Theresa Fujioka

*An experiment*

My love lies in the sweet tall grass
her hair adorned with flowers
wild like the deep pools of her eyes
stormy and calm as days pass

her lips speak words cool like water
trickling slowly from a mountain spring
her smile is sunrise of delight
the kiss of the eve's daughter

Where do you go, my love?
-I go to my destiny

What is that, my love?
-To be wed to the night.

Why do you leave me, my love?
-You are poor and I cannot love you.

My love, do not abandon me!
-Your love is rank and tedious to me.

But the King of night is cold. He has no love in his eye though his words pour out sweet honeyed music.
-The king of the night has offered me riches

My love is greater than the King's.
-You do not give an opal the size of my face and I do not care for your love.

-To him I go.

her lashes are dusted with the finest dew
closed against her cheek
and her hands clutch the last bloom
which slowly loses its rosy hue

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