The Rescuing

You couldn’t force it in your life,
couldn’t change her for all your might,
your wisdom wasted, your heart fated
to scorn of angels, to fading light

Her own self grown older
her colors grown bolder,
you didn’t say what you needed
in the thousand times you told her

Name your poison,
choose your weapon
night, it reckons,
your voice, it beckons you home

You are the one this night will change
not the world, not its ways, not hers,
but for certain
your own