Solstice II

flayed and raw

and naught in between

the wound is purged

the wound is clean

I lost all progress

to the momentum of my words;

I can’t remember how to

stop.

.

Pacing, the wolves circle

endlessly—

there is no prey.

Now

I feel my ghost

Her presence

Her touch

Her stare

.

Deaf and dumb she mourns

For life that never was

nectar & wings & tart tangerines

& honeyed dew from dappled lips

fairytales lost & little lights & warming frost

the druid dancing of the elvish leaves

sun-lit slopes, star-lit hopes

& breath so sweet it plumed the air

bright eyes, crashing tides

the whispers of a blade of grass

dissonant ruin & lovely tragedy

& forever and a moon

clouds won't last & sadness passed

& hearts strung off ring true