Soundless Ashes

I see you there, 
drifting
in endless blue, 
draped in guilt and grief. 

The garments that graze your silken body
glow, 

    as though from another time

        long, 

            long ago. 

 

An innocent child,
silent in sadness. 

     Disappearing. 

        (wanting to disappear)

 

“Take my hand, 

        and don’t be afraid. 


I’ll hold you. 
I’ll love you
the way that you were meant to, 
the way we always wanted
to be
loved.”

Your lungs start to fill up
(I gasp for air) 
but the surface above us
is frozen over. 

We close our eyes
and sink,
hoping that the lead in our chests
and what comes next
will take this feeling of 

                    death

                                                      away. 

 

and 

 

we 

 

fall

    into our 

              selves

 

until

We 

    lay on

barren ice-lands
that go on until Eternity. 
 

Streams
descend in incandescent hues
to the night
of our eyes, 
swollen shut by the sheerness of  
abandon,
but there is a flaming faintness in the no-thing-ness above
cradling the newness of our
Pyre. 

I, 
me,  
you, 
we

    rise

 

as though never here,
never there,
never anywhere, 
(everywhere) 

     leaving only trails of soundless ashes 

on the frostbitten ground 

where we once were.

PoetrySonia PrimeranoComment