Letter to Sheila

A prayer from the Daughter of Heights, Sheila,
To the keeper of mysterious dawn:

Bloom for me in my boundless haven,
A wild language,
Worthy of
A Rosetta Stone,

And Melissa’s heart longs
For the lisp of its letters,

For in subtle lapsus,
Resides her wonders:

In Sheila’s eyes, a hidden yearning,
Secrets passing to you,
Wall carvings
Etched by wonder for your view,

And in her evening song,
A revived Babylon,
If only you knew the path
To her wounded sighs.