Friday, 11 October 2013

Jade

Handled with obscure mantle
preludes that were all collected
By dusted wings.
Caged breathes barricaded
Our colourless and we died
Daily in our timeless
Opaque; the night of this
Birth shivered free.
You are my piece by piece
broken; blinded
Tears.
To be with you again
and again I am flying.

grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...