Purgatory

This hell too dark
And heaven bright,
And fairie long forgotten;
This doom-edged day
And mortal night,
These twilight dreams verbodden.

Like rainbows brief,
In shimmer lives,
We sing our souls aloft;
Yet fall our eve
With stained-glass knives,
We do not die so soft.

When love divides
To all or none,
And halves cannot be spoken;
The nat'ral laws,
In blood and bone
Reveal their truths unbroken.

Between the lines
Of birth and death,
Between what's good and bad,
Lie all the worlds
That e'er drew breath-
"Between" was all they had.

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com