A Slant of Light. An Ode to Dickinson.

I’ve seen you in a slant of light,
that I’ve never seen before-
I’d close my eyes and dim this life,
to see like this no more-

I find you hiding in my mind,
in places I forbade-
How dare you travel and traverse,
like Deaths own nightly Shade-

I own an un-won battlefield,
can’t deny you are the king-
Your memory rules this broken land,
a sad and desperate thing-