~•~
My heart is lost
It’s lost out there…
Upon the marshes
It tipped and fell
And drew me on
Towards
the darkness …
which never fades away…
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
There’s water around me….
I scream,
Thrashing my body against the cold surface…
Pulling at my hair….
Calling for you…
You…
Who eludes me….
Who refuses to meet me
Even in my dreams….
Night,
Night
The sun…
Longing for the moon,
So to make out…
The shape of you,
I want a shadowland to rise,
To find…
A cadaverous hand of yours…
To caress my heart…
Let’s walk…
Over the fallow fields…
I hold your hand,
Cold and splintered…
You hold mine,
Soft and damp…
Watching a thick blanket of fog pass by and….so to die…
My body
Is floating away,
Offering
sustenance to them …
My flesh
Becoming one with theirs…
As my bones
Sank to the lake’s flesh
Setting peacefully into the sand…
To rest there
For the remaining time …
The time I think of you the most …
Is when the sun comes down…
The minute or two…
When evening yawns for the rest….
And the lake cuddles with the sky …
~•~
Where windows” frames
Gape like missing teeth …
Where voices of unseen
Are heard …
Where wind drowns
Sorrows of unloved ones…
I shall be seeking…
~•~ ~•~ ~•~
I stood there….
Looking ahead…
With memories drifting around me like leaves….
My body was beginning to smell…
A whisper of decay above the meadow…
Unbearable, lingering….
Seeping into everything…
Rain stings my eyes…
And drenches my overcoat….
But no one brings me comfort….
No one turns back….
The mourners scatter away…
Scared and superstitious…
‘Sleep tight,
Be kind,
And do no wrong,
Lest mermaids wound you
With their song,
Prayers and penance do not postpone,
Lest they trap you by their stone”.
Icelandic lullaby 🇮🇸