Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Nightchurch

adrift in the church of night
    where the comet passed
    writing my name in its burn trail
dizzy from the moon's pull
    taking me way too far
    so might find my labyrinth of stars
and walk deeply right up to
    the mehir marking
    my heart's home

1 comment:

  1. This is incredibly lovely....especially "so might find my labyrinth of stars" ...."marking my heart's home".

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