In 2013 you’ll see me again,
My benevolent mask torn away,
Bones exposed as I grin -
Bow down now and pray.
I’m not the soul you thought I’d be,
No not the one who’d stay,
I’m not the fantasy of your dreams,
Those long, long washed away.

So when we meet, do not touch
As this savior can’t be found,
I clung to ‘us’ more than enough
As you crushed me into the ground.
I’m not the angel up on the shelf,
No not the one you’d bound,
I’m not the ‘perfect’ one for you -
The tide went out, the siren drowned.

In 2013, at the Sacred Tree,
Though our hands will drift and cling,
Please, please don’t reach out for me
Across the Ecliptical ring.
What we began so long ago,
That long slow song we sang
It can’t be, can’t be resurrected -

In 2013, we’ll meet again,
Our souls divided and betrayed.

Dena L Moore
April 3, 2006