Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Rudy eye,your crescent beak affixed,deviations of despair keepyour confidence forested,the world-shard,withering, falls away,sea grass,grasping at your fingertipsturns its face, our lamplight,swallowed,becomes a beacon,manifestations of thingslost and discardedspringing into to being,slip,through clasped hands,beyond supplication,away from you

Vagrant,born-again, in timesalvation too became justanother fable your life,dressed down, dancing,found something in the dustatop the butterflies crest the sunlight,sinking,cast its secrets to the sea,the twilight,singing, alone,counted youwho has knowonly suffering,as something yetincomplete

Cottonwood,shedding, lays down tomorrow,in ribbons, drawn out,an abstraction of circumstancecarpets the field your rage,unconstrained, spills over,your rage, turned inwardsstains the flowers red memory,a refuge, Cottonwoodpacked down,into a pillowcase,between the branches,smelling sweetlyof betterdays

Iron-sworn,contemptuous,in the quiet, burdenedstill by that which you,afflicted, once refused iron-heart,your lovers whimsyetched, ephemeral,in days past, holdher memory yet uponyour flesh salt-skin,adrift, one dayall that too willplunge, anchored down,into the sea

Rage-feathertrembling,your parts, unconstrained,cry out, plague-doctor,in the brume,by lantern light,split, count us among thedrowned, Kraken-soul,wasted, risen in the twilight,drag down beneath your waves,those who gorgedthemselves thoughtlesslyupon ourtragedy

Sky swept,westward, our patchworksail, drawn tight,carries us far from home my heart,split, shattered and strewnamongst sea glassmends itself of June the moon, drawn close,speaks for the silent,the moon sunkentoo, reminds meof you

Raven-eyed,billowing, our fortunesprung up from the deep desire, cloud-swept,found itself again,your heart set free,among the mountains, in the meadows,falling down,raindrops, a diamondupon your cheek

Mirebrook,petrified, our legacyrunning dry drove us to the sea Immortality, absconded,sunk beneath the waves,your heart, embittered,no longer cares to justify thatwhich you take from other to satisfythat which youbelieve is owed to you child, you alone,remaining,comb the ashes,one day, in time,you too will find yourselfswept out,tempestuous,your inheritance,a callused heart, brining,carved from stone

Severance, gilded, a silver string, your anchor to the city of trees, her life, hollowed out and lost to the wasting sickness moves you once more to exile, the riverside, desiccated, becomes a footprint, her memory, clutched tightly in the moonlight to your chest, packed down with grief, unblinking, a patchwork requiem for better days