Silver hollow bones have been felt
                       Longer in the roaring depths
The lightest of souls melt into the rings
                       Rings forged from winter's whines
Hostile flakes pretend to care
                       Youthful frost leave us brittle
Weakened yet pure,
                        Where will that leave us?

In this
                          *P   h   o   e   n   i   x    Hour

.
He had ascending eyes
                   of sapphire,
the kind in which angels sloshed in their
royal chalices,
the kind of blue Poseidon gnashed
                       his teeth for.


                                   Born in the 25th dying date,
Septembers’ autumn bleached scent flows along
his bloodstream.


A smile that belonged in the crooks of these sapphire seas,
a soul unholy as Adam
                          & Eve’s.

His love was not fierce enough
             to contain this poet's heart
my pitiful phoenix can be ripped asunder
by the wrath of
a dandelion.


He couldn't swallow the sun
                 so silver fire rained
                                     anytime it pleased.

We are the skylines
             not gallows
and yet we hang ourselves upon the night skin


                       and collect
the stars as if they were
                            our alibis.

If you love me,
                        let me go?
                         My silver eyes don't see you in color anymore.
.

Darker* corners have ended their watch
                        Before
                            ­         The Sun
                                        Has
R  i  s  e  n

But these feathers I gathered
Show more beauty
Than the night *itself.

                                          Constellatio­ns can be seen in its fibers
                                          It reflects the light like the moon
                                          The stem is as hollow as her
                                          The ink is drawn from it's tip
                                          Writing words of
                                                              ­                                                  D  e  a  t  h

­This cancerous curse will be the fatal killer
In the night you'll hear a dragon roar
And a wolf
*howl