scattered with jewels
earth in darkness
punctuated by pinpoints of light
silence of truth
punctuated by lies
engulfed in Truth
light of silence
fades into words unspoken.
full moon rising
and its sparkling jewels
All turns to pale melancholy
Dawn’s light seeking to obliterate silence
Night, overpowering Day’s cacophony
Loneliness reaching to touch silence
Darkness, singing the song of fire.
When the moon calls you to join her in her arms
To press her soft breasts against you
Your arm around her as you become one,
Running where, I don’t know
They have come.
Smelling of feathers,
But you feed fear
like two small animals
lost in the desert.
The woman who died from her blue dress is singing
Drunk on death, she sings to the sun of her intoxication.
Within her song is a blue dress,
a white horse and a green heart
tattooed with the echoes of the heartbeats of her dead heart.
The trembling of a leaf ecstatic with calm:
throughout the day my desire follows
your existence, foreign to rule,
your indwelling rebellion
giving voice to my words.