pyronautica

Pale September
I wore the time like a dress that year.
The autumn day swung soft around me like
cotton my skin.
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath
and disappeared...

My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within....

but then he rose, brilliant as the morning fog, and sank in the burrows of my keep...

and all my armour falling down
in a pile at my feet
and my winter giving way to warmth
as I'm singing him to sleep...