My soul too shall fly away

Find me under the foliage

Bones dusted beneath the soil

Upon which the blackbirds sing

Let my hair rust with me

But keep a lock braided locked away

Tie the end with a ribbon of colour

And kiss the smoke from my lips cold

And with the twirls of smoke silver

My soul too shall fly away

And nothing but the night sky

Shall remember that I too

Once had a name.

Within that name once the fear of bugs

That now feast upon my remains.

How heavenly that we all must become

Exactly what we were always

Little freckles that walk along

The veins of this whole earth

The way it was made, exactly so

Until nothing of us will come to remain

But the bones beneath the earth

From which alone you will never know

The language that our tongue did speak.

Kiss me through April

Kiss me through April

With hints of May prevailed

And hold my heart through my chest

With its endless empty cavities

And its hard flaws of discontent

And scars scabbed from words discarded

But discard me not through my flaws

Rock me instead through the tremors

Of a quiet starry night

Where early spring lingers in the breeze

But summer's lips have already kissed

the trees

and flowers bloom not With petals but in ice

I was born holding my father's

Dying hand; knew early on that

Even vultures wept, that not every

Choir in joy does sing for mournful

Laments at night still ring.

When the summer window frosts upon

Its cobweb glass and flowers bloom not

With petals but in ice

When I loved but that love never

Blossomed into life, but turned sunlight

Into blocks of pointed ice

To cage a heart, maybe mine,

Keep it beating not with the purpose

Of life but with an empty promise

That will never come to pass.