Go Loveliness

Go Loveliness,
I want to let my hair loose
in the waters at Stony-fork,
I want to see the sun climb
the stairs in the high
and watch the gold
pouring in the shores –
so go,
go Loveliness.
I won’t sell you my soul.

When I was 16 or 17,
I fell in Love with me,
because, like a thief,
you slid into my skin
and I tucked you in,
into my drowsy nights
and lazy mornings.

“Beauty is a pretender,”
the mermaid murmured.
“Beauty is a pretender,”
the mermaid murmured.
But I didn’t believe,
I didn’t want to believe.

You did me a world of good,
you made me so beautiful.
I felt wing-beats so powerful,
like an angel,
like an angel.

Then there was this wind
at winter’s end,
when flames were dead
under memory’s burden,
my heart sought fulfillment,
the wide world lay open.

Go Loveliness,
I am tired of your slurring speech,
the shadow of illusion
you so cleverly teach,
how you conceal what longs to be revealed.

Like faith,
like language,
like truth,
like reality,
I watch snowfall from apple trees,
I gather eternities and I cry with release.

I watch you go, Loveliness.
I watch you go, Loveliness.
I gather eternities
and I cry with release.
I gather eternities
and I cry with release.

~Words by Ivaana