NPM: Constant as Galaxies

Oh if I could tether you

To me like the moon in orbit

If my gravity could draw you

Into a never-ending dance

Intoxicating and inexorable

Constant as galaxies

If our love had the lifespan of a star

Its radiance could blaze on 

For millennia

And once it had flickered out

A distant planet would still see its glow

Distant lovers would still meet under its light

Thousands of years after we had passed

NPM: Call Me Mara

Do not call me Naomi. 

I am no longer pleasant.

I’m Mara, I’m bitter, I’m empty.

I was filled, but I’ve been hollowed out.

I’ve lost the sweetness of the rose.

I’ve lost the flavor of food.

I’ve lost my love and my legacy.

I’ve lost my faith and my trust.

Do not call me by my old name-

The name that, when on his lips, 

Meant promise and future and passion.

It is a bitter reminder of who I was, 

Who he was,

Who we were. 

Naomi died with Elimelek, Mahlon, and Kilion.

Call me bitter. Call me Mara.