Monday, January 01, 2007

Dizzy mirror

through pools of piling darkness
a arf narc lark dog dies
dim dries
where why who wants what lies
in dizzy mirrors deeper than the sky

Through the pool of darkness

Through the pool of darkness
John Grim lifts his hands
shattered candles, broken cross
and a moan swells from the lands
- a forlorn, inconsolable sadness.

Blood haloes limply around his hands
mocking love once locked inside
his body hidden by the night
like a prayer stifled in silence
for a life that knew no light
now dying to meet the dawn.