Of Breath and Bone

Searching, the abstract colours reason But I persist to fail in the absence of faith Cycles bound by throes of attrition Oft united, yet surely more is lost in time Beyond fathom, billions firing Flashes burn and spew prostrate Wisped monads from cri

As the candles yawned, My world grew darker 'Til barely a detail remained Parchment and smoke Through distant chimes Moths carried by the breeze Her finger to my lips, I am stilled in an instant - I sip, and am numbed From here the path winds backwar

After one but before the next, In a tree where new life writhed and flexed Two birds emerged to hold the world And grow from feeble talons curled But fate see them part that day As lightning cut their branch away By winds to distant places sent Almos

Silent but distant, Real but not seen Here but not happening, Forever has been Into this absence, Two had but strayed Retracing in circles, They surrendered, dismayed Behind them, darkness Ahead, the unknown So they stood, uninvited ...But the roots