Commune The Sky

Lilted in
solitude
and silence
came reply
to my mind's
weary eye.
And it said
that my life
would be mine
'till the birds
and the end
come home.

What beckons the thaw?
Who witnessed this fallacy?
When care we to drink?

And it came
as willows
come to thee,
in a voice
not my own,
but absent.
"I beckon
to the thaw!"
Reviled
I scream,

What beckons the thaw?
Who witnessed this fallacy?
When care we to drink?

And it came down
as a stormhead,
"Are my words null
to your thick skull?
I have told all you could yet hear."

Now I can't help but feel
as though I've missed something.

Reviews

[ICE]

I haven't read this....ever....until now. This is amazing darling. You're an insanely criptic writer. Tell me all of your secrets.

[.abigail.]

nice.