We Were Here

Approaching The Cup

We were here but now we’re here
with our eyes held in greater hope,
as star fixed upon star is fixed
to its love-led trajectory.

Found now, we hope some spirit saves us
from what we once thought was good,
what once was a happiness;
fine wines, picnics, the kissing bed of years.
Then suddenly this snow, these tears.

And the Word, which came, spoke:
“Set me as a seal upon thine heart.”
This alone is the terror of my art.

But in my betrayal, I claimed this all my own;
and ruined hearts with words, unearned intimacy.
Feasted, with a prince’s desire for the throne.
Now this sobriety. Birds I never learned to name.
The vigil, inviting me. In my shame.