Black Bouquet

The Kings and Queens of History’s Scars
Stood align to wish on the fallen stars
While the blood of Moon and Sun
Merged in light to become one.

Their footfall by the eclipse glare
Is found leading to a far Nowhere
To new thrones yet unviewed
The old crowns left to the solitude.

Black mourning of all life—black bouquet
Fade with night and glow by living day.

A third mask lit the new theater
From whose eyes did softly stir
Strange shadows swept ashore
Strange shadows never known before.

Vacant lines from the hidden face,
Suffocating in the empty space
To the grave and mad applause
For requiems locked in his weary jaws.

Black mourning of all life—black bouquet
Fade with night and glow by living day.

While night skies share flame of the past
Slumber shifts and mourners dream at last
Some vision clear, some locked in haze
Within reach, but lost always

When the spheres craft far above
Tidings of the lost that yet we love
The dawn adheres—horizons break
And on margins of tears the weak awake.

Black mourning of all life—black bouquet
Fade with night and glow by living day.