Sunrise over Heaven

The sun was at my rising,
I was at Heavens’ behest -
swallowed an Alka-Seltzer
and tried to do my best

to swallow last night’s bitter pill
of shallowness unforgiven
to make amends for what we’ve lost
and for what we’ve always striven.

Forgive all that I have given you
and all I’ve left behind –
you know that old saying , my Dear,
‘What Love says is blind’?

Now go, go to the darkness
of neurotic fantasy –
whenever you conjure a devil,
he will look just like me.

But please remember the wurtles
and the play we had with words –
pack them into your suitcase
along with other nurds

of rhyme and rhythm we once shared
and now must throw away . . .
I’d give my life and so much more
to see you again one day.