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ALBA

Waking dreams
of
thyme, thistle
blankets of
autumn leaves
songs sung
alive and solid
beneath great
and
breathing trees
mountains purple
in the gloaming
during the seconds
of sweet twilight
that sound like
crushing crashing seas.
tempests that
rival the hearts
of all very wild things.
Cairn stones outlined
in the darkness
They are all
just borrowed time.
Silver starlight,
Roiling remote,
Writhing, angry,
Cruel and
beautiful.
The hope in my heart
Is the
moon behind shrouded clouds,
Hushed and softened
Outlined in white.
My ladder Is rickety
Jacob has
Gagged and
abandoned me
broken rungs,
nightmares
and
Splinters,
dead hot
Winters
Blackened branches
Snap bone twigs
trod on
Crushed
left
To a fate
less
than nothing
of who I thought I’d be
Wolves howling
small on the ground
with no warm signature
in calligraphy
Hush now,
Lie down
Go back to sleep
Underneath the
Still bower
in a deaf forest
of dead trees.