Separated from my fallen body
divided and yearning to be whole
my Eurydice in this underworld
of tears, as dead, dark night of fears
syllogism of mortality: the subject
and predicate of longing. By saving her
I save myself, words struggling
to find the fit, lyric of heart and soul
sacred chords, unique combinations
syntax to unlock the chains.
Freed to proceed, reaching forth
I press toward the mark, not looking back
I flee, singing songs from heaven
harmonies through my windows flow
small price to pay, to let her go with me.
Jan G. Otterstrom F. 2/7/2012