Love Songs to the Wraith
Space is large, the earth is small.
What is the worth of it all?
A drop of rain, a spark of flame.
Is reduced to the mundane.
For the starlight gaze upon your face,
forever ties me to this place.
In blissfull bondage I would be,
if only it was to thee.
For everything pales to compare
with a simple lock of your hair.
so if why I live, is not with me.
What purpose is there to be?
A Stich in Time.
Stop time. upon this line.
Rewind enternity to a different space.
Again the lights come, follow to another place.
dance with the fae, smoke with the salamanders.
Blue light translucent by nature, calming in soothing waves
that wash across the grid to restore balance.
The strings arrive from the grave to stich the doll to her place
If scizzors fall from my face, or if there is a lack of faith.
don't blame me.