Quiet

my fire my star my joy my sweet
angel on a plum tree by the hill
full and sweet yet empty and bitter

frightened of the corner pizza store
where mister vincenzo told us off
for playing with our food too much

white lily in the garden on the street
where we reposed in wait for the bus
and wondered what got into him

everyone has a dark flame burning
you said after our laughs were done
the heart of man is endless void

what do i say to bring her back
the perfect girl I knew before
who had no knowledge of sin

or so i though for who could not
the world was harsh and cruel
wait why did i say that out loud

she and i have joined together
matrimony of the winter gloom
after the flower we saw that day

had died along with the leaves
the branches and the fruit of life
we ate on the day we fell in love.