Silverpelt

Amid the fields I toiled long In blackened sheets I sowed The trellis and the seed grew long As fire fed the coals And nourished with the biting wind It came to harvest day But then I saw beside the road The glittering of your emerald eyes And stooped myself down low You taste like snow in summer skies Like frozen water mixed with wine An honest thief to dance beneath As pale sunset meets your lips Yet as I reached to pick you up The blackberries snapped and hissed And cut the flesh to bone beneath Yet cool you closed beneath my fist Your voice was faint as winter winds I held you to my lips You beckoned and you laughed at

In the grip of shadows A place of noise and ordered chaos Wrapped inside this theme of slow decay Memories lie like shards of ice The stubs of old cigarettes Which stain the flawed and riven glass Of the ashtray of my heart Old smoke and better times that cling Like a pall across a frozen corpse That sinks deeper than the cold A life I sold by slow degrees To anyone who could buy A requiem to this lost soul Read at this wake For broken dreams. An epitaph of better things

You went away... I used to run Drawn by a laugh A smile, a kiss A pair of eyes, so green That led me right to you. Now I crawl Alone and charmed I leapt into the sea I doubt my strength, I see the sharks The swim home is long for me You burn my soul My silver, silver cloud I burn the ashes I need its light I would let go But then nothing The pain it makes me Breakes me Rapes me Saves me These peices of you Are peices of me. Its cold and I miss you But you miss someone else. You went away...