There is a cool in the whisper
A puncture that deepens
In the void
Where our feelings go
And yet still
We fall down
Where the crevices ripen
Where thoughts are hushed
Where we are peeled to our bones
Where we are bare and waiting
For a loving touch.
I need the stars to burn so bright
to lure the sun, the moon, the skye
I need them to sing me a lullaby
that starts with love and ends with why?
Silver glare softly slices and paves
Your knife and the thorn deepens the ways
Burrow deep, burrow down
Hibernation is key
To hide from the summer, the mind
and your breaking sea.