the ghost of fireflies
froth from the fractured minds
of the thistles
the burning breeze
flakes the fields
the susurrus
of your lost
long song
the smoke
of my soul
a tree shakes off
a torrent of rain
dipped its head
in the sky
the horizon howled
snow swept the streets
sky packed too tight
bruised blue
needs to split itself open
thunder the wedge
hammered into the heart
of the stone
of the sky
is love
the performers
performing for themselves
a slow show
once the wings
of the main show
packed away
instruments played gentle
as injuries
snow leopard
born from a dead fire
after snow
sprinkled its spell
upon it
fur of flint
so cold
you don’t spark
the ghost of green
haunts your eyes
as you haunt the mountains
everything is ash
fire whispers to you
in your dreams
you haunt the mountains
of my mind
carry secrets through storms
piss upon rocks
the scent of smoke
no matter how long it takes
endure the cold stare of stars
find my fire
let us see green again
by looking into each other’s eyes
in perpetual twilight
slow as dream time
the ones
who hollow you out
leave a cave
for another
to place
a candle in
where you try to excavate
your encrypted heart
I wanted to touch the scars
upon your clawed at chest
I wonder if the candle
is sucking smoke
back into its body
use the scarred skin
of your heart
to scratch a match
awake
then light a candle
in the cave
reveal the stalagmite
and stalactite stretching
dripping
towards each other
eventually
the tips of their tongues
will touch
spark at the heart
of the dark
they share
you’re the last light of the year
the late light of the day
that touches the old fire
that still clings to the tips of the trees
in my haunted park
we breathe in
the dark of each other