In the night I spend beside her bones.
Rain was pissing upon me.
Her ring was shining in my tear stained eyes.
The moon looked accousted.
Her hair was like a curtain.
Which covered her wide open eyes.
I was afraid to see the hurt.
The nights are deep and it’s jaws
are open and wide.
transported into rage.
Too drunk, too confused to see the road.
But I ran the narrow track .
And see what will happen next.
In my heart it seems there will be no springtime.
No freedom ahead.
But the love inside .
Still needs a candle.
And a fire that doesn’t hurt.
At the edge of town.
Dancers flying in the dark, with flaming eyes.
Misterious wounds that shine in the dark.
and the blade that'll cut holes in the night
J.S.