Last solstice, the slippery slope eroded On an ice crystal star studded beach. The hurricane hits with its usual force. There's nothing to do but hold on. Driving home, I look at the wreckage, The lives smashed in the wake of our passion.
Cranberry angel trumpets in fanfare Announcing the child to come.
Under the weight of that burden, There's no escape from the deed we have done. You're the snake at my ear dripping honey To sweeten the load I must bear. The honey dissolves into ashes. As you slither away, escaping your share. You enter a radio silence.