Whence

There's no balancing the knives
Those twin blades of chaos
The ticking hands of time
The wreckage of all that's lost
In the passage of our lives
 
I know the nebulous hollow of now
The darkness of dreams in which I swim
Tossing and turning
Sometimes sleeping sideways  
On my bed of nails
The bitter truths  
On which conscience is impaled
You,  
That soft void in the night that hint at dreams
And twists the real
I am a wraith stretched too thin
And you the warm
Moist breeze against my skin
Maiden, woman, water bearer
Bringer of rain
Bringer of pain
Every goddess demands her sacrifice
And there's a penance for every sin
Take me to your midnight garden
Your bower of thorns and roses
Make me bleed as only a woman can
As you gather in the milky way
Bittersweet love among your poses