passerby

leave me
in the forest’s grave embrace.
living the heart
for a sacred vigil.

conversing with season,
the wind talks
in nocturne’s ether
as the dawn stains shoulders
with alien light.

falling, petals
soften tired hands.
in a mirror room
time haunts the night
on each willow’s face
without a vision
how to hold the flesh
of the world.

i’ll never scream

and i won’t
let go of this pain.

i’ll make a cradle
and sing a lullaby
for an immortal star.

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