i have rested, the silence in my mind - profound.
a new season approaches and they, the words stir.
slow and reluctant still and yet i hear their call.
sacrifice
here I am there I am
everywhere but where
I am
you may ask but
would I know
when my mind is
soaring so
more than human
less than god
passion beating in
the blood
my hand would rest
but I would write
words beyond me
fill the night
thoughts that
shatter
rare and wild
calling darkness
light my child
sleep abandoned
life so frail
calling home to no
avail
emptiness now torn
asunder
white on white
and blackness under
with disdain and
such delight
I will sacrifice the
night
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© Eryll Oellermann 2015
