a perfect circle of naked ravens

1.

we always form a perfect circle
you and i,
i and you,

there are days when
i forget all about you
there are moments when
only the night weeps.

2.

we were naked ravens once
sleek ebon feathers
piercing
rainbows of indifference,
remember?
we listened to samurai swords
clashing and splitting
through the aphonic darkness,
gathering fin and wing
around us

we watch smoldering embers
slowly dying,
fall from the sky
silently drawn to the earth below.


3.

daylight skims the surface
the birdtribes are returning
light shimmers with radiance
and the light is all around
wrapped up in dark cloth
breaking through
the falling air
like beads of poetry
and cloudless sky
hushed,
for now.

4.

past the point of no return
the fatigue of living wears me out,
I have lived and died
an infinity of stars
flickering
with the brightest light,
we are moonchildren
and grandmother warriors
with grandfather dreams
of daylight,
we resemble
little earthquakes of joy
and mountains of sorrow
we wear the cloth of
self, draped over thin frames,
fraying
at the seams,
seemingly
we abandon ourselves.