From an open window

[whitman]

I could see from an open window
in a field a dead child waltzing with fire,
her eyes followed a swallow
into deaths gates of sapphire.


I heard from an open window
a childs half-haunted screams
shatter the panes to
slice open my feverish dreams.

In a wounded reverie
a child visits me
we waltz towards
the threshold of eternity.

[qimissung]

Beautiful and haunting.

[Dark Muse]

This is beautiful