| The Heart Will Die As Well |
I walk alone
along this abandoned coast
and each breath that I exhale
forms a ghost of every god
that I have known.
A black wood stands to my right,
and silver mountains lie ahead.
I am waiting here with
nowhere else to go.
There are monsters in the sky,
and they laugh because they know
why I have come to watch them
fly, and stir the clouds
like mercury.
A pale figure haunts me,
follows three steps behind-
and as I turn, he takes my hand
and leads me to the sea.
Drink, he says -his voice is
darker than the night- drink,
he says and you will be free.
Then the water reaches up
and pulls me down into the deep,
and I remember that this place
is often more than what it seems.
It is there that I find you,
painting a halo on the moon
in this, my most lucid of dreams... |