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to ride with you is to ride with terror.
oh god of thunder, god of white lightning.
god, angel, saint. white lines on a mirror.
to sleep with you is to know the brightening.
but then i was all alone. the darkness.
full moon over the weeping willow tree.
once again, i hear the roar of engines.
michael, my michael, you came back for me.
to ride all night, to ride with an angel.
those wide white wings, a wild wind’s blow
eventually leaving me in hell.
above my crowned head, i see your glow
flying fearlessly across the sky.
you blaze out beautifully & then you die.
© polly macdavid