My Ruby

Ring becomes an angel,
I let her go—
reluctantly watching, grieving
as the red dims.

Will it be a different morning,
will this bring the relief?
I dream of fireflies
in descending mist.

I try to sleep,
the red angel is tearing past
the all-pervading sky—
slumped I watch him enter the moon.

The pain is creeping all over
as the darkness sweeps once again.
I struggle, pull myself and then let go—
a parting that must be.

An eclipsed moon, red as my ruby ring
is now mirroring my dream.