I've burned my bridges for you, love - And the trail of ash I left is too much. But you were like some Prometheus, And gifted me this flame of bad wisdom. How can you last hours and days, Eurydice? I wait on your words and put my life aside, Looking back over my shoulder For a glimpse, a breath, a hint of you. You have made me too precious to live, Turned me molten gold at your touch. Midas, all your wealth, all you desire - If I could, that's what I'd become. 1995 © Lela Kaunitz