Look! my friend.
See! and weep no more
I have them here,
preserved by
your perserverance
Inside, they mill in
tranquil expectation that
you will see them all,
and claim them for your own.
Behold!
Your dreams
Your longings
Your desires
Your loves
They are here within
The orb of your life
But you must reach in
through
Your doubts
Your fears
Your rejections
Your hatreds
And be able to tell
the difference
for they are double-sided
but they are
all yours.
I scattered myself
spread myself out
purged myself of
fickle, transient colors
and became a
solid monochrome,
containing all that you would need
to shine
And you, lain so sweetly, gently
over the top of me,
like diamonds on black sand,
took the sun from my heart,
and turned it into
angelic starlight,
reflecting the night sky,
and our enduring,
timeless love
to the
infinite universe
Let bone fingers,
gentler than colder scythe,
close my eyes
in
eternal sleep
I would seek
Death’s Handmaiden,
dressed in mourning finery,
And plead a softer touch,
no less final for
all its gentleness
For all her smiling
reassuringly in
my final moment,
I would hear
at least
the faint echo of a
woman’s heart
where
none exists
I would kneel
in abject
Obeisance
to her
gory majesty
And take her hand
in gratitude
for mercy,
though I bleed
No sunset,
just darkness
without stars
I go
and wait for
you
in the drafty caverns,
the void
of her many- shadowed palace,
in a vast and ebon realm,
disguised as
a humble cottage
in the midst
of
woods and meadow.
Light upon me here,
and give me kisses
and wishes,
and the essence
of dreams of longing
long unfulfilled
Give me the plunder of legends
you’ve carved in runes on ancient trunks,
and whispered
’round eventide’s eldritch fires
Show me the paths through trees
older than the tongues of men,
and the dusky hiding places of the
demi-goddesses.
And in the niche
of night’s knowledge,
In the enchantment of the
encampment you inhabit,
Let me be no Stranger,
nor Harbinger,
but Lover,
and light upon me
Here
Beyond Panic 