Plum Street

Sue DeGregorio-Rosen, Photographer

by Lisa Marie Popp

Dream in a dream

the heavy soul somewhere

an image sighs in the darkening air

 

three years already of the mind’s world war

had rolled by stone and disappointed eyes

when he and I came for where we were made for

 

Lonely as a star lost in returning skies

more hesitant than midnight, more momentary

he moved towards me like chords, like sacrifice

 

Then holy stillness, then the drop of sound

quickly close my eyes in dark

deep from the warm, breath to body bound

 

Descend the soul out of the storm

into the darkness where the earth is made

sweet fruit cloaks the pit, love is multiform.