Bones of Time
I saw a skin of light through haloed fingers
Stepping over stars waiting to be quenched
In the slow blue hush, lapping at the moon
Each black-eyed berry bursting my heart
Over fields swallowing sheets of rain
And the bluffs dropping echoes
Where roosters dare crow before sunrise
With tenderness, as though such ferocity
Could slice the slip-knot times from their fleshy veils
The years are younger somehow, in the bones of our past
Overlooking you-me, this ruin of tree sloped skies
And those who sleep like honey in hives
Selena Howard ©October5,2011
