The sea keeps time with cliffs in broken foam, A symphony that knows I walk alone. #vss365

Beneath the waning sun, soft rivers weep, Their silver veins run silent through the earth; The trees, in mourning, bow, their secrets deep, While autumn leaves dance in a hollow mirth. O grief, thou carnival where hearts are torn, For in thy night, the soul’s long death is born.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The world was stitched by us; now one seam’s undone, And all days fray where once our shadows ran. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I speak to air - i call it by your name; A proof of love: Loss answers just the same. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am the axe that split my heart’s own tree.

I quarry my own heart, My storm strips bark from tree. I find no hand so cruel as the one that is me.

My verse bleeds like the forest in a storm, Each word a hollow bone where joy took form; The rivers moan with things I cannot name, And shadows clutch the ashes of my flame; Loss reigns eternal, cruel and coldly warm.