Merciel

Oh, green-eyed heavenly angel, whose face
shames the shine of the sun, whose golden crown
became the holy Grail I drank from eight months,
whose words planted seeds in rock to bear fruit
anew, who cast away the dogs who stalked
me home, when you vanished eight years ago,
my heart, my mind, my head left on a search
for you. They still have not returned. Like you.