The Anatomy of Nothing

   
   
i    
I do not weep for things I have not seen    
Temporary warm winds of September    
Crows preaching silence    
Two bored nymphs    
Remembering disfigured seasons    
Shadows, as long as sun..flower    
One thought, one symbol.    
   
ii    
Outside, the rain beat ten-thousand lashes    
Against confessional screens    
Washing chalk tattoo from grin to grief    
Shrunk beneath rainbow leaves    
A mausoleum of regrets, fettered dust    
Fading in solitary crib    
The heart in lust.    
   
iii    
I dug through the soft earth    
Soaked in dark maple    
An architecture of cluttered bones    
Mismatched loins, revealing dark seed    
Bleeding rust in doom    
Lain still before virginal snow    
A tangled taste of bittersweet.    
   
iv    
I looked away    
Holding shards of the night    
In my hands    
   
Tomorrow...perhaps.    
   
   
   
   
Thank you G for everything but most of all for the (.)  ;)  
 
Photo credit: Blacksoul ...One life + one :)