Dark Muse
11-22-2015, 06:10 PM
There was a light
within your eyes
like the rain which
fell upon the graves
we dug with mud-caked
fingernails.
Here we bury
our hearts away,
beneath a moonless
sky.
I trace the map
upon your skin,
etched deeper
than ink.
The scent
of your smoke
will linger in my hair
for years and years.
I breathe you in
with the dust,
you taste of earth
and ocean salt.
When the time comes
before the early morning
light, when Dawn is newly born,
still opening her eyes
we will find our way.
Where our hearts
still beat within the ground,
the Oak and the Ash
have grown together
in a strange still dance.
There may be death
beneath our feet,
but our fingers are feathers
taking flight,
we build our nests
between arms outreached
interlocking limbs.
within your eyes
like the rain which
fell upon the graves
we dug with mud-caked
fingernails.
Here we bury
our hearts away,
beneath a moonless
sky.
I trace the map
upon your skin,
etched deeper
than ink.
The scent
of your smoke
will linger in my hair
for years and years.
I breathe you in
with the dust,
you taste of earth
and ocean salt.
When the time comes
before the early morning
light, when Dawn is newly born,
still opening her eyes
we will find our way.
Where our hearts
still beat within the ground,
the Oak and the Ash
have grown together
in a strange still dance.
There may be death
beneath our feet,
but our fingers are feathers
taking flight,
we build our nests
between arms outreached
interlocking limbs.