Hera

My star is coming home, a wonder of the sky, in shelters you lie prone, why whisper about love, rolling in a death vice, face ravaged by the moon, saints can show their bones, a poem betrays your cry, you can’t afford to moan, doves in sunlight search above, a lifetime of men’s sighs, I fly to those who give, fresh linen and Eau de Cologne, makes me wonder why, blossoms of my red choke, is not disguised for pearls, money only lies, just get through this shift, try to find a loan, I’ll dance like on wire, find a road instead of mist, before I say goodbye.