FALLEN
Heather Kathleen Kendall
If I never told you
anything you’d have
nothing to hold me by.
So I won’t talk about
my mother’s face
or the way the moonlight
dances in the trees;
of joyous visions unseen
by godless eyes.
Instead I’ll tell you
how my mind cracked
when rose petal blossoms
fell from the night sky;
My guru’s picture you see
no more than a dream
in my mind to catch
and hold you by-
but you won’t hold me
and so-I let you go