Silver Sister

Bound who speaks

the opening lines,

I ask the gods

some respite

cool tears,

measured by the years

I lie awake.

Stars upon their wane with night,

kind dreams for company; daylight.

Fear in sleeps place,

stand at my head,

I sing medicine.

She may rise to bend.

There is,

there must be,

torchlight messengers,

my lady,

some strange woman,

to hugeness,

the gods lady,

the very moon for

shining.

And sweep

of the wings stroke,

the high thin wail of these sky guests.

Twin stemmed,

stalk turned

with the Crosswinds

in our bones.

Still there drips in sleep;

this pleasure is not unworthy of the grief that gave it.

With times length,

delay crumbled the flower

against the bitter wind, another medicine.

My house, necessity’s yolk, force of bit and speech.

There is,

there must be,

torchlight messengers,

my lady,

some strange woman,

to hugeness,

the gods lady,

the very moon for

shining.