Good Is Coming

She said that something
good was coming
and beneath the skin of her arms
ran river's water
blue and thin
like love's bells.

We felt the red rays
and the black birds
of the rusted tide in approach
and her glass eyes
electric
spoke of hope

Good, she said.
Good, she said.
Something good is coming

Good, she said.
Good, she said.
Something good is coming

We all like to think
good is coming
In this fragile moment of heaven
this fragile spring
we shiver
like bluebells.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.