You were the sparkles
In midnight sky, and you stole
All of my wishes

Those snow prints mark you
Like a howl at the pining moon
Crying at your beckoning calls,
Family and loyalty runs deep
With wilderness in the night.

You find spaces in hollow pine
Whilst stood on boulders,
Your cry screeches through
Descending moons and bark,
The most gentle of heart
But viciously snarls and bites.

Coat as thick as the ground you tread,
Scratching at your fur as snow flakes fall
Shaking like the leaves
in cool breeze beneath your feet,
Blending into snow but only able
To see pearl smoky quartz eyes.

No amount of love
Could form an ointment to heal
These scars on my chest

Not even your words
Can unravel the stitches
That I had to sew.

Even voodoo dolls
Had never seen such torture
Inflicted at once.

For I must heal wounds
Because I know I'm afraid,
They may re-open.

And these fragile bones
Will crumble into mere dust
Lost in winds of love.

As the blossoms bloom,
On this starry filled night,
Oil lamps flicker through streets,
For shambles lay bare scenic,
Streets fill in euphoric chaos
as this used to be the capital
Of a much more wonderful time.

Frolicking in streets,
Silhouettes follow in sync,
Linking arms and spinning,
Strong ale, bitter sweet cocktails,
Not a singular frown in sight.

Drunken ghost hunting,
Finding only the bottom,
Of an empty glass,
Ambience of undescribable wonders.

Even now on starry nights,
As I walk through the streets,
I still see silhouettes,
Of what once was,
York,
Is a magical place to be.

I have took bruises
All of my life,
I brace for impact
Upon my skin.

I take remarks like
A pinch of salt,
Using them as
seasoning on my soul

Yet for some reason
Your words are toxins
To my forever flowing
Unsoiled blood.