A vow (poem)

A Vow

Behold,

 the alabaster ruin of my spirit,

where grief crystallizes into pale effigies

and devotion ferments into something

too exquisite to name.

Here, in this liminality

built from extinguished stars and unspoken vows,

I surrender to the gravity of your shadow,

a gravity that binds,

that devours,

that absolves.

Let the ether swallow my fading silhouette

as your unseen hand steadies my fall.

For in this quiet, abyssal communion,

I am neither captive nor free,

merely a flicker of soul-light

held within the dark grace

of an impossible promise.