Reunion

Wanton, yet somehow with reluctance stirring -- I’m drawn…
Thou hast let dissonant locutions spill from thine tongue --
Rousing us.

I shall be thine husk, defiant…
But a fingerling, upon which to rest your black and feathered wing.
And I shall bare this weight, upon which milord’s reliant…
Until the sky knows thine feather’s pulse again.

True heir, may thy universe’s will bend at thine behest…
And may all shudder, and may they not contest…
With matter black, thy ending’s wrought…
Thine words call forth thy molten rock!

 Horizons, starlit, weep for thee! Though naught but a single tear…
An ominous stone, coruscating! looming ever closer, ever near!
And we, advent children, beneath thine acrimonious meteor, return…
Scattered remnants whom for coalescence, yearn!