The depth of you calls into depths of me Roaring like a waterfall with waves Sweeping like the breakers of the sea. Near to me and clearly all I crave Despite my willful wanderings away. Your love I'll take with me beyond the grave. I'm buffeted
Iron work with eyes: You spoke just like a machine. Do you have a soul? postscript DFC day 19. Haiku.
Ocean cold, breathing Far beyond feeling Alive. Metal lungs stinging With your heart ringing Contrive. You have no reaping. Why your soft weeping? It comes with seeking; Hot and cold swinging. Arrive. This is yours, weakling Into the sweeping You drive. Out with the fleeting Ocean cold, breathing. Brothers succeeding
Your silence holds the earth in stark white snow Already fallen, sleeping in her bliss. We're unaware of fire's long-burning glow Deeper than the solid earth's abyss. For down below the demons wrestle. Woe. You have betrayed the mountain with a kiss. You hear
DFC day 16. I'm catching up! I typically don't have to use the mature content filter, because I don't usual write darkly. But I thought the Kyrielle, with its repeated refrains, bears being used on a thought-provoking topic. The Kyrielle is a French form