the myth is goodbye

and everynight as mind arrives
always late and never on time
seeking words that I could find
to call my own, on home

and tomorrow I'll whistle our song
while the sunlight finds a new hunger
handing myself the axe
I bury the trees.

And I wear the cape of thorns
no needles should depart forever
to get steady from within

Consider these verse
my ride into the earth
as surely as the doves follow
the earth will take me in

to swallow,

all of this, all holes.

Reviews

[Alicia™]

It has a large aura of mystic hanging around it, and I love it!!