24 March 2008

Villanelle #1

The fire shifts but does not die.
My heart caught up and held in air.
No girl have I. I see the sky.

I did not fight the graceful lie.
Denied a fake could be so fair.
The fire shifts but does not die.

All subtlety I did decry.
Flipped from heaven to despair.
No girl have I. I see the sky.

In foreign lands I did espy
Those men who had not found repair.
The fire shifts but does not die.

As joy is oft a knot we tie,
So wisdom is a hermit's lair.
No girl have I. I see the sky.

I stepped into the water shy.
It washed me as a Gospel prayer.
The fire shifts but does not die.
No girl have I. I see the sky.