In the horror of the hour the clock tower chimes a note of dread as stars and moon and sweet desire are swept away into the fire of the living and the dead for those of us who watch and see ghost flowers piled high, in palest snow with frozen breath, we tend the pyre for endings come and go   The fragile pane of memory the dangling button at your sleeve soon to be lost forever the careless echoes the sad goodbye the moment missed the day you cried   Shadows flee and clouds conspire to break us from the life we knew your hand was curled around a leaf with sorrow waiting underneath the blackest of taboos drift silently in opium haze Is that really all that’s left of you?   There was a moment when I knew The sirens cleaved the world in two time dissolved —a public wake questions that will have to wait answers you can never make no second chance, or tethered hour nowhere to run or place to cower   This is the end the goodbye we fear the black tide rising the broken year the winter seed on hardened ground the moment when we’re lost, not found the … [Read more...] about Endings