The Snowflakes Of Darkness Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Put a pearl in the mouth of my soul and
Walk away—talk about hunting unicorns, even though
I know you don't have it in you—
You have never read King Arthur—nor are you one
Of Mordred's brothers:
You came from Mexico where they gave you other
Legends—and apple orchards so you could escape the
Thoughts of the graveyards of your ancestors:
Those beautiful Indians that fell in love with conquistadors
Or were taken wholeheartedly by them
Underneath the pyramids and the stepladders to the sun—
Here you will find me climbing up to you again,
Because I am inebriated and sleep walking—and I know
That you do not care, and that I cannot be found out
By any path: these oppressive avenues all devour one
Another, and I am married—you came out from the labyrinth of
Solitude to work for the lost souls who enjoyed going
To Disney World—and I made you my muse—For a while—
Now that I am married, I cannot love you, though as the witch
Steals my shadow when the snowflakes of darkness fall,
I remain lost in your soul.