Sunday, 28 August 2016

The Tenebrous Heart

I am the breath that gives you
Shivers on a hot day
I am the captain of letters
The siren smoulder
The violent eye
And the tenebrous heart
I will sit with you
In erstwhile tension
Holding your hand with
Ever increasing
My arms will want to hold you
My voice alone can lift you
Envelope you in the midst of
The bewildering
Silence surrounding
We must dance, precious one
When the winds of fate
Demand it
We must cry and sing too
So history is
And in the shadows and the secret times
Amongst the lions and the thorns
Lie together and

Saturday, 27 August 2016