Year: 
2017

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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