léni de la brisa

Blue lit path
by léni de la brisa

         buried among bones and sapphire lace

  gold, copper, bronze—eyes stare at my soft skin

        and in winds so sinister, eyelashes flutter

                    and grasses shake and tussle

        reason and love lost among the tall grasses

          as if with the pollen, they lost their way

  with nothing but the light of moons full and round

       starving wolves walk those forgotten paths

      ignited into cold flames—blue—they weep

   and when their wailings fill the air, they cling

      and hang in the trees, in intoxicated blues

       they sparked, chills and in twilight’s breeze

  echoes of suffering dug into my spine, parasites

willing me their shares, their loads—without remorse

       it wasn’t my intention to want so much more

 but left me wandering the night, empty of thought,

           echoes of footsteps on paths lit to follow

       waking dreams, where the eternal eyes guard

        in blue light until only their memory and

      the footsteps of those came before remained

    beyond the start, path’s alight where they sneer

          I plead, but stone and metal turns away

no calls from where moon watches over paths beyond

  but into cold flame, over blue fires my soul is pulled

          and when I singe, they hide my path and my bones collapse, 

                                                                                 forgotten