sweet blood drawn into dawn :: robinsong

 

can bumblebee pull your sun underground

 

if i lie silent at night

won't rain hear my heart

what is the mark of a child

in whom the sea has been crossed

upon how many crosses before your death

has the midnight sun appeared

 

by whom do my broken branches become a vernal cross

 

in the bedroom of the epidemic will my devotion to sky end without dawn

was my shadow a bird :: in the desert i could have been

is crocus the flesh where your absence nests

 

should promises of snow empty the world of white

whose rose is brewed in the skull of the moon

when i am wordless shall my voice :: unfold within the ears of the dead

 

what color of rose is waiting for my name

how did moss find its way to the roof of night

if the moon returns to life :: where shall i hide my heart