1.
I knew your eyes
burning me away
In the beauty of fire.

Like a monk without a temple
I watched with
the experience of distance
as my effigy sat
drowning in your leering embers.

"I don't wish to remember you."

I whispered like the ash caked to my lips.
It wasn't a question anymore.

2.
"But, you WILL honor me"

The echo of its words
scratched my soul
sending me into the silence
of winter fields.
The dusk of life.
It's desease,
a solitary crow cawing its way
through my resolve,
absorbing the dying stars in your eyes.
My heart tripping,
over their pleading rythmn.

3.
I screamed it as if to imprint the words
Into the fabric of time.

"SO SIT THERE THEN!!!"

"Sit there and pray"
"It's all you have left"
"It's all you ever were"

I stood then,
in the circle
that fears dying gasp tends to make
as it's life is being devoured from it
by the wolfs of rage.

4.
"Where do you want me to be?"
My voice cracking like ice,
part suprise, part steel.

"What can I give you
that you won't bleed all over?"

"Only the truth."
"Only the past."

"My secrets are mine."

"Only the wind and the wheel
will ever show you
but you are too busy looking
for tomorrow to see today.
To much vision to feel
what's right.
Now."

5.
"I have not moved past you
rather
I have shed you.
Like beer from a bottle.
Making someone happy,

at least for now."

I turned and walked away,
leaving the three of them
To fire and wolves.

someone told decades ago
you smile
as the big bang of a blast
flashed over the land
mistaking a people,
it was the only light
in the darkness.
.. .. ..
you have the noble truths,
and assets,
the path to the cessation
of all the agonies
pains,
no satisfactoriness.
either noble
or ignoble feelings
of intense jealousy.

but i know
you are not in meditation,
you are in a trance
thinking deeply
about the girl
who is sent away
to get some mustard
from the homes
where death has not been peeped
at least once,
though you know
impossible.

and you may be pondering over
a full moon be risen,
and the moonshine of sense
be pervaded
throughout the universe.
but alas!
even from your own home
you have been evicted
and now
your children
are in deep fights
in a state of consciousness
how to bring
the shipwreck of icons
in the hegemony
of colours.