Alone
Again,
Appropriately
In the sweet darkness
And star-blessed silences
That are so gently governed
By Nyx Kaosdottir
I am at last
Free to cry.
Not all weeping
Is sad.
Alone
Again,
Appropriately
In the sweet darkness
And star-blessed silences
That are so gently governed
By Nyx Kaosdottir
I am at last
Free to cry.
Not all weeping
Is sad.
No point in asking the doctors
How long we will need
To decide if there is
Something wrong with time.
Have there always been
These soul-quiet streams
From the seas of space
That stop the darkness
Getting in, that keep us from
Getting past the questions?
Greeted by the
Humble Bumble Queen today
On my way to the Bronze-Rush Pool.
Long-sleep dizzied was she
But bombarded me with questions; Continue reading
In the fireball-shadow darkness
A young pale mind is screaming –
Long and loud –
“Put me in the front; Continue reading
On the railway-edge of
The borders of town,
January’s watchman lowers
Industrial warehouse evening shutters
On a wet gone-along day.
The first night?
A different night?
The last night?
The only night?
A different night?
And who would have thought
We could have flown so high,
Got so far; fragile bone frames
Wrapped in simple rags?
In hot-collision darkness
Different manners rule the
Blue-passion’s clock.
Cliffhawk-pirate’s daughter
Has the look of sinful-fire
And warm honey-danger romancer,
Bubble rim and flute-scream dancer.
Who says we can’t be
Snake and heart,
Rock and roll fools
For the night hours –
Bruised lips,
Trembling, burning hips –
And innocent-clean souls
For tomorrow’s changed light ?
30/7/2013
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