She stops,
Halts in mid-air
The frozen fly
Of the raven that croaks
Ebon pale,
Calling for something
Gone,
She tores through
Deep into past-time,
Lonely bird,
You break the ribcage
Of the prison that holds you
Forever there,
In a place
Not here,
Out
Somewhere
Withouth walls
Nor sand,
A place within.
You ask me not,
You forget me not,
As though,
Names cannot be lost
In that slumbering pursuit
Of pearl-white air,
Thou came, maiden,
Fair, unspoiled.
Thou left now,
A broken host
to memories best undone,
Of to, gone to,
Places where rivers run amok
While death sleeps
And the moon dreams,
Places out of misery
High in the night-tread of silverspun webs.
I heard the call in your dreams: Please, end this.
