fragile, greenveined caterpillar leaf
he dares his colour against the moon
dancing only as softly as a feverish gale would confess
creeping along the windkissedtreefingers
they who pass along the wishes of the arcane
and i
i lay beneath them in my eye
from atop my windowsill
from below the glass
and you and i my love
floating silhouettes against the lovesick sky
tracing blood, bone and unanswered wishes
left by ephemeral fireskirting stars
downpours of crystal,opal, shards of ocean
strings of diamond
glitter on the tideless horizon
she boasts a foam of red when the moon is strange
that bitter taste from a jack-tar killer
kings and queens
sail lordly as wooden steeds
ships as boots
plod fate underfoot
lasso a lazy gods sleight of hand
brace and buoy the sea and land
brave the air away from the shore
or turn over to drink the saltiest of deaths
and learn it's timeless, abyssal lore
see the ghost of ophelia the fair
cradled by the ruby flora of the forest sea
they breathed emeralds and sewn them into her hair
stitched and stitched with a thread from the moon
waxing,waning
mercurial
she's singing to you
she's always sung to you
and on today she sings a threnody,
the eldest of elegies
a dying seabreeze melody
the scaling, unbridled dirge of earth
and took to flight in the dirt of the sky
it sung its way from sea to land
from earth to flesh
from tree to stone
to lips to ears to hands
eyelashes fluttered
all brittle fingers twisted,
all heartsick lilypads for a fated sea
and her heartbeat bleeds and fades
conjuring a wordless song from the dying
bleeding,feathering into the flora
her eyes are made of seaglass
she is all velvet and jewels and wounds
she is all bed-ridden,she is all seabound
she settles in her star-mirrorcoffin and from the dusk
someone's sky kisses her
a final kiss
she says that drowning is an art
and afloat just above the flora, the last to know
mother stirs, and they cry
"embrace her,
she's come to rest."