"hush..."
could mean there might be
someone in the trees listening
or a deep snowfall delaying the day's routine
even a harsh lover with biting kisses
strict commands and silent vows
each sensation a subtle
madness enticing the pulse
"move closer..."
was dust, distraction, something
that could happen naturally had
she not been told to do so
her native defiance reared up
like a sequined unicorn dancer
running towards virginal music
tears are shallow
salty soldiers of futility
so far below the waves
anemone eyes sway
tendrils of sorrow
bright seahorse havens
empty coral beds echo
water-gypsy tunes
like wind scraping a hollow bone
across a broken windowpane
their silent algae plea
a scattered krill symphony
that no longer calls forth
the magic of ozone
a weeping mother
must be healed
at all costs
tears are hollow
vapor mercenaries
trails gouging across
the faces of cloud people
burning our sacred sky temple
where light keeps breath and sleep
things that should not be wasted
sacred marrow from the last
unicorn's spire can not be taken
1.03.09 © acn
