Could be my heart’s a heavy idol
slowly tearing out of my body,
to be placed at the altar of Shadow.
In time, then,
I will make pilgrimages and offerings.
So we pass into the unwritten season.
But wind it back if you like,
if only to hear me say
I would help you walk, someday.
Would you gather my bones
in your embrace,
one last time?
Then lay them to nourish the earth.
If you can hear them sing,
then come to me;
come sit, and listen with me.
If the songs I’ve given in this life
haven’t been enough,
come listen then to the song of my bones,
that you may see cleared a path
to the cliffs of your heart
and dive headfirst into the maelstrom of grace
that awaits you.
I would see you untense your shoulders again,
and laugh until your face rains
before you leave the living of the earth.
Is this like drinking darkness?
You must do that sometimes.
We all must.
If you will it,
this becomes fuel for the light.
the whole cosmos
is made of music,
and you & I
are fleeting consonant harmonics,
waves embracing in the echo-
watch how we soar.