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