deadly seas

The waves of temptation are strong tonight
and they flow with the pull of the tide.
It causes her to ache,
pained that she cannot move like that.

It is the passage of the glass crystals
from the leaden sky to the quagmire below
that hides her broken face
and stains her hands with despair.

The frothy white caps crash down
and she is momentarily awed.
Then they begin another swell and descent
and she is infinitely horrified. 

The turquoise blood surrounds and crushes
and there is nothing but sound –
hammering heart, fervid thrashing,
diluted screams, and the Devil’s violins.

They will find the body as her phoenix rises
and nothing will make sense.
But confusion never heals
and the questions will never be answered.

The distant drums have already begun for her
and she must answer them.
The bloodied hands she thrusts forward
are cleansed in that sweet white light.

And suddenly she remembers how to breathe
and she knows how to fly.
The pain is nothing but a memory
and the scars are nothing but the kisses of angels.