Dancing With Death 2

 Oh, My Darkened One,    
 How I see you so clearly now,    
 Was it the years passing,    
 Or a longing that bore you here?    
   
 The birth pangs deepen    
 As you emerge in a    
 Grey ethereal mist.    
 I am blacked out by the smoke ---    
 What surrender.    
   
 This existence fades like    
 It never was,    
 Oh, home-in-your-arms    
 To which I fall    
 Exuberantly ---    
 Oh, ecstatic    
 Place of reprieve.    
   
 Into you I retreat    
 In you I sleep    
 Let me not wake    
 Let me not see    
 Anything but you,    
 My withered one    
 And catch me when I fall,    
 Recieve me when I am spent.    
   
 Days apart, oh toilsome grind    
 Of mill-stones crushing    
 Reasons to live    
 I surrender to you    
 In you I am exalted,    
 In you alone I live.    
   
               ......    
   
 Oh, my darkened one,    
 Where have you been,    
 Where were you all this time?    
 Did you drag your heels at my    
 Every achievement smiling contentedly    
 As I bore closer to you?    
   
 How I feel you were there at every    
 Milestone in silent penetration    
 Touching off such ecstasy ---    
 Such resonant glory.    
   
 And in the blankness,    
 Somewhere there was you,    
 Faceless, nameless,    
 Wrapped in diaphanous mists    
 Swinging from stars    
 Accompanying my    
 Abandoned remains ---    
   
 A chamber of echoes    
 Songs of forgetting    
 Become moist, damp and risen    
 To fill your cave once    
 Our fate is sealed,    
 My Winged One.    
   
              .....    
   
 Your wings dance and I,    
 Aflutter, my breath escapes me    
 To never be seen again.    
 How I don’t want to wake from    
 The dream.    
   
 The words came like tears    
 When you enveloped me    
 Your folds like crevaces    
 In your moth-crepe arms.    
 How silently they flutter ---    
 My heart skips a beat.    
   
 What enshrouding of my    
 Once raw heart, now stilled    
 In a nuclear winters freeze    
 Your smothering surrounds me    
 To suffocate my longings at last.    
 The endless cycles of my hanging    
 On have ended; what reprieve.    
   
                    .....    
   
  The rainbow of life ends in you.    
  It dies there and is at last befallen.    
  The tin white powder of its relinquishment    
  Settles upon its remains like    
  Mythical fairy dust.    
   
  But you are not a myth, no    
  You are too real for me    
  To not believe.    
   
  As I no longer pulse with    
  The ink that flows from    
  My heart in an onyx river to    
  A tar-black sea.    
   
  Winged moth of darkness,    
  Your stifling cave beckons    
  How I wish to go.    
  Lead me into the dance    
  Of deaths swaying, sauntering dream.