muscle will not save you:
years, or waiting, or a moment's accident -

brain will not save you:
shadows behind the eyes -

men lay stone
and other men
unlay them;
all personal accounts
end with a healer's testament
of time, and cause, and hopelessness -
wind in the grasses -
behind thin, high clouds,
the cycles of the southward-wending sun -

if your simple treasure is the love you chose,
you have a welcome for
the visitor in the night,

yet then, your only hope will scatter all you hope:
no stay will be granted for the flesh -

John Libertus

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-of-darkness-angel-of-light/