Treason

break my chains and bones and mind
scorch the soul's wide, staring eye
search in me, a stone you'll find
a red and gleaming solid cry

laughter on the wing
  sorrow on the hills
    clamor in the depths

You are the green in my morning
the blue of my evening

every moment i give you up to keep you

You are my unsaid
my hoarded dream-melt

panting in the dark
  dancing in the valley
    stillness on high

mend the torn and open sore
soothe the molten agony
never could i ask for more
turn around and fly from me

1 Nov 2002