I tell you
I am of the desert.
The melting heat
has warped my glass heart.
I tell you
I am of the woods
where dark secrets
cling to damp boughs.
Their trunks want to strangle me.
I want to drown them.
Oh dearest,
my mouth is full of sand.
Like a timekeeper
I have memories of glory.
They flicker and fade
like the Fleece.
And we all know how that turned out.
I tell you
I am nothing.
I am a ghost.
We are all each other's ghosts
and we lie about haunting.
Oh my love,
I tell you the grief is here.
Of being unable to pass
your sand
through my warped heart.
I tell you now
I can not love you
nor can I lie well enough
to stop.
© Copyright Dec 2009 by Persephone Vandegrift
amn... where'd the emoticons go anyway? ...
