My release doesn’t lie
In the blood that stains
Your carpet,
Or the tears that soak into
Your pillow,
Or the screams that pierce
The still night calm,
Not even in the **** that
Snakes into my senses,


Wishing to melt into
Whatever I was before
Star light emanating from
Afar;


Old light pulsing from the new skies










(I want to see myself in that light
A time before I gave in to the night)

Your now
is not your forever
but
forever
is composed of nows;

her
face wets
with tears
of long
forgotten
Shadows.

they cling
to her soft
wounds  
like a chained
ancestor.

she
cries a deep
cry.

as she releases them from
the weight of
her dark depths.

they dance down the
memory of her
tears for
at last she
makes them
free.