Windows To

[tiredofvampires]

Deepest of wells,

black where the night

billows its inky plume

 

I search for the glimmering

of something

farther away than I can calculate

within their shadows

 

Perhaps I will find it

beyond looking

Perhaps I must blind

myself to see the very

Core of them

 

Arcs of the moon, chipped

and swallowed,

drowned in the lowest bottom

of this underground

sound,

Do you hear me?

 

Invisible words blaze white

in the waters

of your forge

A fire someone forgot

to tend long ago

when they closed their gates and

left hinges to rust

in overgrown weed

 

Now is it for me to glimpse

into those blinking

trenches

where everything happened

and an umber grave

was dug?

 

Soft mirrors of me,

do you know what I see within?

 

Soft mirrors,

music, chambers and windows

Stained with unbearable silence

You ran dry and filled

with groundwater

all at once.

Flooded while no one was

guessing.

 

Is the rain coming?

I want to cover you

from the sky

 

but you are the sky

 

I won’t be far

but I know

I am too small for

You.

 

Urchin wanderer,

shivering, sunken down

in the mossy cistern,

your crystalline irises

bathed in hiding.

Will you yield a cupful?

 

With pulleys and ropes and buckets

broken as the stones...

I drape myself

over them

over the wall

over the jagged edge

and lean in

 

Will you let my lips touch

your surface?

 

Soft mirrors of me,

I cannot see.

But in you I taste

eternity.

[comfyshoes]

wow

that's all i have at this moment

i am going to read this again and again and again

each reading revels something new to me

again

wow