The harpist, Death, plucks at my veins as though they were strings Playing the quiet song of my mortality. With long, thin claws he taps each chord And, pleased with the sound, he strums along. Not the heavy steps of a funeral march, Or the orchestral hum of many in tune, Just a soft tinkling […]
For Olive My love, we are falling among the stars. Tumbling eternally through time and space, Swept up in a ceaseless river of darkness, The soft glow of fiery starlight Creating lanterns that fleck the sky. They look fastened into place for the moment, Shimmering against black velvet air… Destined to crumble apart, […]
