a grave

 when the moonlight

of a singing voice

is all you have

rove on

twilight fires burning

when light refracting

off a poison glass

strays on

retracting its frozen breath and love is not golden

in its splendour

look upon the words

the different ways its heard

and whose reciting

on dewdrop paddocks

have tread

but capture the oaks ghost ember

and when the black waters piling

youll find love returning

on lost summer days

through the autumns binding

just read the words

recall the melody

and feel the blaze

of fire

reducing your veins

sweet crucifixion on a lyre

and youll hear the starlight singing

straying black laughter

chirpy bells ringing

god forgiving

every field creature

may our human voices roam

ever after

into new being