Friday 3 June 2011

the thread is tight

Where the thread is tight
Heads bow
I do not look around
But within
I do not touch the surface
But go right in

Go to the site
Of ruin
Where the seat of remains
Glows in tender light
The pillars of defeated youth
Disappear into sorrowful night

The thread is tight
The silence penetrates
Deep into the ground
Deep to the soul’s solitary centre
Love, where the thread is tight
There is no sight

No sound
Except the wind whispering
Between the memories stacked
On the funeral pyre
The thread is tight
As the fire behind my eyes burns higher

As I scatter handfuls of ash
Across heart’s field
As fear, fallen and broken
Into countless, nameless pieces
Vanishes into charred ground
Fading light, advancing night

Love, the thread is tight

And where the thread is tight
Heads bow
Do not look around
But within
Do not touch the surface
But go right in

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