we walk for fifty years
lost in the ice domes
of this forsaken land
~
the Queen
sat high
on a throne
of clear glass tears
~
carved wood—
love letters written
before the dawn of time
~
moon dust
moon walks—
a lonely planet
for far off thoughts
~
a ring around—
the ebony stones draw in
our secret thoughts
~
living by the water
stepping out the sea—
she sails the foam ashore
beneath the fallen trees
~
shaped of stone
she kept the chisel
and left me alone
~
ashes
fall to the ground
planting seeds
for the next generation
who grow this land
and sink back in
~
dawn is black
and so is the moon—
I stay here
rocking my chair
as the darkness
comes too soon
~
the rope
entwines us
and binds us
hands and feet
as we set sail
for another land
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