On the crossroads winter swans Her shade beguiles the coming dawn With sovereign whispers That silence rivers Frozen like her icy crown Enthroned in clouds White trancing gown A blankets lure of warm deception The sickle moon Marooned Glares from the stygian night’s Accumulating blight So volatile I scarce remember Like spilt ink on burning paper A great flood of ocean sky embers Spun on itself and within me Cradled in this unthinking deep Where fish have eyes but do not see
Swimming through the ages In the black seas of the sages The centuries vanish as the pages turn The world moves on seasons return
A crucifixion Cast its broken memories Angrily upon me With effigies of wicker flames And ragged wood in splinter-red pores A body lay before its bloodthirsty soul
Crystallized symmetry of her eyes That shatters The white falling sky Against a canvas erased Away