What are you to do?
when the eyes dim
and the lamps dims
and the song grows
yet a little more quiet?

I am your ship
bound with floods
floating on sails
led wherever your
love captivates me.

I am your madness
boiling like roses upon
lips of red.

I am your strength, strong as long as you recite my name.

The land draws close
aye where days swell
and hunger
and reap

who would you call for
when the dark days roam?

my hands falls
my head falls
beneath the soil
all bareness spread
along bare geometry
memories swept
from the leaves
and broken drops
of water
find another
forsake me

what will you do ?
what will you do ?

The gleams
that bloom from
the boundaries of your
feet to the altitude of your hair
their glow multiplies in
soft husks of your beauty
though you possess
no pearls
though you are not as
apathetic as silver
you grow as the crops grow
wealthy in surplus
you stand as a monarch
majestic beside them
as ****** bread rises
so do you
I must confess
my lust
remains locked
below in the reserves
of the earth
the black waves
eager to meet
the combustion of a
match
I desire your tender
body of bread for which
I consecrate and devour
your wheat is born of the morning strands of light
whose anthems sings
as loud and high as  factories

fire instructed you
how to trust both your instinct and
your blood
you learned well of your holiness
from flour and from bread
lastly you learned
how to clearly
admit your desire even
to your heart

Remember the old mill
set against the reflections
of flowers dancing in the waves
waves that have now since gone
I'm still ravenous but alas
you cannot bottle the moments
of the past
the bows that shouts
your name drills dangerous
and far into paths of the old forest
and sweeps like an owl around my heart
recall how the shades roamed sharp
and fast as horses
and the light bred and mingled
sweet as honey upon
our skin and lips
those days are forgotten
and pale to an immensity of forest
no stretch of sky may bear the
tale long

You could jump into a well,
You could cast your feet to hell,
You would return again to me
You could take your life and stab
it through my head
But you cant subdue the sea
You could break my eyes
and scatter seeds of glass
crops miserably sown in past
You and me, we could
sing for the mountains
and walk for the trees
navigate like shadows
drunk on the night
with moonlight on our lips