And players of the southern morning
come running down the aisles
clasping their hearts to their cores and singing
the larks and crests of love

and before the jangles of the prayer
spears of christened light
the memories of flowing breezes
and chords of shattered whispers

in pieces but like one
they wrap the boughs of justice
claiming in the echoes
time by time in glee

but movements of the ether morn'
slices of sparkling warmth
craving in the senses of bliss
and spilling through the dawn

and to the trace we take the word
climbing and sliding the essence by
alpine cloaks of universal stars
silence to the known

so now we lay in the roses of colour
spending eternity like forever infinite
grasping the notions of instance in spurts
and watching the worlds for centuries

My heart beats in my ear drums
My blood boils in my head
The blinding white and silence
and the soft folds of my bed
Then the world comes to hit me
It all starts with a bang
The searing red of his blood
and the pain that comes in pangs

I leap up from my white grave
Escaping by inch the knife
Crash through the window panes
and inhale the breath of life
But the horror is not over
And racing down the empty streets
I feel my body breaking
as my eyes do slowly bleed

I set the roads on fire
Indiscriminate in my aim
Searing the terrors in black
and burning in my shame
Still their blows are relentless
Gashes and slits on me
And while I shriek in terror
no one will hear my plea

––––––––or someone––––––––

Pulled to by my screaming
Always shielding in my way
His roars the town would wake
the fights just child's play
Bare-****** he slew my pursuers
Down the throats of every one
And before I could catch my breath
all the deeds were done

I panted and watched embarrassed
As he turned to look at me
Dressed in my undergown
with my hair wet and free
Yet despite the bloodied state
And my sorry battered mess
He tread calmly over
to carefully straight my dress

While the rest of the world used me
While its people hated me
While I took harried breaths
and was drowned in the sea
Somehow he always knew
And at the stretch of a hand
He would pull me ashore
and breathe life into me again.

It's raining
The sky bleeds
But who am I to say
that the dying flowers and coral reefs
will smile at its coming?

I watch the water wash away
weariness
despair
the unknown
You are the one standing in the rain
Staring at the clouds
and
screaming her name

And while the
ever torrential rains
tear down the
tarpaulin facades
While the
bursting plastic storms
creep into
our hearts
It rains
and the world
shatters
like
glass embers
of mirrors
crashing into dust

And purple diamond fragments
sprinkling down the wells of time

It's raining
and minds together
you and I
hear the dashed colours
the beating of sentient cores
crawling down the empty cities
mixing up the storm.

––––––––a sight swims in
and then fades––––––––

I could, at one time, grasp the day
its tails and wings, the colour
all its sounds and visions vivid
splashing in my eyes

I did, once in time, breathe the ocean
clear my lungs, taste the sea
watch the seagulls dive for dinner
washing up the waves

I have, before, heard the morning
the horn of the hunters, bells and song
cast over the landscape in ululations
and travelling ever beyond

I know, even now, of worlds beyond mine
shimmering in hope, bursting with laughter
warming the hearths of every home
with life

but somehow, I seem to have forgotten
cannot hold the whispers in seconds
lose my thoughts in moments
and forget even faces

Calling the dawn of the ages
Passing the flame of time
Paying respects to the deities
And crawling the stones of lime
Praying with souls of millenia
Bringing their embers to fire
Taking their last whispers
And piling up the pyre
Scoring our last battles
Preaching to the day
Stripping bare the land
To make life into clay