She eclipsed the Sun with a coin
Laughed like an unaltared Goddess,
Her eyes busy as I purloined
The rays that stole through her dress.
I promised to carry the sunlight
In my throat and sing with the roar
Of bonfires, she traced into my plight
When silence was my only shore.
Without her fingers the Sun is not --
An eclipse that lives into my wait,
Into days where the coal will rot
Prayers that seek to compensate.
I will find the coins that knew her hand,
Lick their copper until I taste the rain
That stole into her sacred land
And make me whole again.