The Water

Echoes shrill as the darkest kiss
Light upon the cheek, reminders
Of just what is missed, I still need
These echoes to exist, for sleep to
seep in and my heart to skip and miss.

Another beat, as i turn and twist, revenge
Is done, to unclench adversities fist, I know
What is required, to make you insist, that
You too are overthrown, by love's cold relentless
Mistress, broken, we collide, and both hold on to
The water, the tide, in our sheets by the night, dressed
in Cold sweat, dressed in the fright, October's warm
Maiden, golden leaves shine.

I lay down, a hallow bed a hallow tomb, I wonder
Who in World lays here too, hallow alone.

Gone are the days, alas a angel plays with my tears
Reminds me of songs from the corner, as ice covered globe
Stays, which pulls me back to the Northern planes exposed
To a finer air, where I can think thoughts unbeckoned
Solemn, my final abode.

Love lavishes, I breathe again, alas more days to enjoy
Torment, lament, perhaps exchange views of God, for views
of torn men, just to entrain, entertain their dim plight, a
subtle pain swells, a sudden darkness night, in a new
expanse, where day damned light suddenly fell, I pray to the muses
Thanks for hearing sweat cries.

And I lay down, slowly drown, the water it soon forsakes me,
I am replenished the way it shakes me, the water it
overtakes me.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©