Brimstone Lark

We were placed in

this calm retreat

by one who thought we would not reach.

Wrapped within

a velvet sheet

never to touch or breach.

But the angels

grew curious in thought

of what is meant to bleed.

So they spied our hells

through that veil they wrought

pinholes where light was freed.

So my aching

neck craned up

at the black night sky.

Part of me escaping

part of me stuck

where heaven’s light I spied.