ODE
(TO KODY)
love and loss, so interwovenly equal
in all intensity
you are at once at its steel command
swept in the maddening vortex of its
artistic stroke: a surreal masterpiece of pain
spilling beyond the painted fragments of the hour
close to inner explosion in the face
of what once ironically seemed
as outwardly contained and silent joy
but in itself was happiness unravelling
and you so give your life
and throw yourself at the void of fate
like an oblivious arrow
born to bleed
chancing the threshold of success
in that battlefield of uncertainty
at the edge of wavering control,
you see the glimmer of sanity wave goodbye
beautiful and sad, this mental parting
the crystal dance of long dead dreams
the closing in, when reality finally claims its own
the terrible ricochet of horror's emptiness hit stone
the feel of ice fused close to bone.
who knows, eons once your gone,
of the dimensional shadow you desperately
traced
to keep love Alive
who can fathom still, in the tumbling
walke of despair undying,
the same fragile and instant breath it
took to let that same love go . . .