A place of yearning

Walking on thin ice
I cannot resist
it glitters so...

Step by step
is it the ice I feel getting thinner
- or just a fog of doubt that deceives

It lies cold
frozen
beneath my blue, cold
fragile step...

My hair cracks
at the jar of movement;
frozen are the salty tides

My beating heart suspends
from the roof of my mouth
by the thinnest thread...

I am bare
transparent
the crow soars above me
it can see through my walls
it can see my beating...

"come closer light...
let me feel you
let me...feel the warmth"

What lies beneath
no-one can know
deep as anything could be
deep as wells, oceans
deep as the sun`s heat
deep as the pain of watching
...the disintegration

"ashes to ashes"
- the wind whispers
through the branches of my hair
I have turned into a tree
my wooden limbs scratch
the barrel of the sky
for stars to warm me...

Far away, as always
light deceives,
beautiful light...

How I wish
to be enfolded
softly, to let the tide wash
relentless in its hunger
through every limb
of sadness, fear, anger...
- that twists,
wooden black branches
into the ever stretching voids
this way and that
up, down, and all around
round and round, circles spin
- carve the wooden way
carve the black valleys
to fill...
as all will merge...
into the mire