A Poem String

[nennivian]

~Blood~

Ice trickles into your fire-keep
the blood is gone and now you know
what it is to drain one's life
and place it in a steaming cup.

Watch the old roses faint with cold
and flesh dissolve without the aid of death
leaving but a bone castle to wonder
if the dance can spin
as quickly as this thought.

Walking inside the twice-chilled moors 
thus yet every inch of your winter world
a labyrinth demands the touch of your soles
without the star-starved moon's embrace.

If only one needle spoke the truth
there is now no heart for emptiness
for vein and damn broke yesterday
when sun was but a kiss
given the thrush above my head.

And holding warmth
forgotten as it is
defeats the tender orders of this mind
to meet with patient silence unaffected.

So drops the rain upon its glacial bed
to sleep without the weight of summers past
enshrouded even still with dreams of grace
farewell it bids to life and death alike.

~~~~~
~My Mind needs a Shepherd~

Sitting stuck in dim grey moments long
with dear gravity a bit too ardent yet
the light runs steadily from end to glassy end
and still I stare, however pass the hour.

So find my friends
as pass on through they must
and remarking some how lately I do lag
think often that my days are rather dull
and flick the switch to speed on quickly by.

The words alone that draw me to a point
though indirectly so, I'll often add,
are something such along the line of thus:
"'tis dinner now and gnomes will beat me yet".

~~~~~
~Closure~

A good friend looks the other way
An age of history wiped away
A broken brain made out of clay
Lies on the ground

It rained today.