Twingeing
Faint Orpheus is made of firefly light
And phosphorescent footprints in the sand
Inside Aegean coves of curving white.
He fades and shines like constellations spanned
With stars and planets hidden often by
The clouds of time. He goes and comes back pale
Like tingling tides of foam on waves that try
To wash the coves a whiter white. Like hail
He hurts the heart, but then the pangs are gone.
Scarred Orpheus is like a moon that wanes
While reigning. He appears and then is drawn
Back like a veil made up of rites and pains,
More like a dying moth but one who goes
To chrysalis and comes again in glows.