A Joyless Occasion

Eyes closing

Breathing life into your veins

And then the morning rips you away

Torn my the scythe of dawn

She wields it with

No shame

Eyes closing

You whisper words that bled

The veil of dusk is tightly drawn

Light fading

It sets you free again

Unscathed by the hidden blade

Eyes closing

Your hand begins to shiver

Slipping through my fingers torn by the thorns

Of wake

As dawn gives birth to the naked sun

Eyes closing

Breathing death into my veins

This fleeting body finds you there

Where cloudlike creatures have no color

I will always be with you in that place

Its hands enfolding the lithic skin

Hiding the stones uncovered by sleep

In which the dream scatters the lie

Eyes closing

Breathing death into my veins

I will find you there