What wound is this?
That a feather-stroke of
Your rejection cleaves
My chest apart
I fumble
As my blood gushes
Forward
Uncontainable
Tears of red

Cursed is
the drumbeat that
is my heart.
It pounds the death knell
Of our love

I have seen
death,
a hundred times.
But never
has it felt
more real.
Since our love
Died

You gazed upon me as a child,
I gazed back powerful and mighty.
Immovable and permanent.
Proudly I stared down raging blizzards,
Others submitted, I stood firm.

Look upon me now,
Cut away I stand,
Once towering, soon forgotten.

No shade I can offer,
Nor shelter I give,
I stand,
Splendour and Majesty lost.

Remember me!
I once ruled this landscape.
You stared at me in awe.
Fleeting is this world,
Existing in constant impermanence.

Moonbeams
Where is my beloved?
Whose eyes quenched my thirst.
Does she look upon you,
In the depths of this night
And yearn our next embrace.

Moonbeams
Whisper of my enduring love,
Of the emptiness that grips life
The colourless rainbows and tasteless feasts
Say that I think of her tonight.