Stardust

Cedar floor...pt 1

So she lied

on her cedar floor ,

her eyes prickling

from staring

at that unboulted door

Today, he must come

for her fragile bones

and her withering skin

torment me

Today, he must rise

from that horizon,

for the nothingness in her eyes

is tearing me apart...

For today,

today her sleep-laden eyes

and her drifting gaze

is haunting me.

"Mercy!"

For how many nights

will she lie

on that cedar floor?

For how many days

will she wander

in those forsaken streets?

How many more breaths

can she take when

her heart is drowning

in despair!

Her breaths are labored

and my ears strained,

to catch her hitch

water's at my side

to moisten her pale wintered lips

and that white shroud,

whiter than the

old silver moon,

scarred yet beautiful,

lies by the window...

Today, he must rise

like that summer sun

blazing through the ferns

that engulf

her war-stricken room.

Today, He must answer

for her silence is deafening.

Today the Seer must speak

or she'll lie forever

on that cedar floor,

staring in the distance

with her bloodshot eyes

and her wrinkled skin.

A hitch here and a sob there;

she is falling down

and then like the crescent

treasured by the gloomy skies,

she smiles;

For he is there,

right there beside her

on that cedar floor.

I hear her speak to the

heavens above,

"Oh, my sun

at last you came

for this barren moon,

from the woods, I searched

with my calloused hands

and my cracked feet.

You came,

now I shall sleep,

close my heavy eyes.

Promise me,

you'll be there

holding my hand as

I cross the waters, deep

towards the saffron sun,

an isle of dreams.

Aye! I shall sleep,

for once, in peace"

And my feet hurt

as I follow her steps,

I feel her scent

on the pine trees,

casting shadows over the walls,

the walls of a cemetry,

Their marks vanished, but

their howling thunders

through the earthy nights...

Hope, the ravens don't hear,

"Idiot! The dead don't feel."