Say That I Have Passed...

we came together, two rogue stars, colliding in the darkness... as if pine and oak intertwined, and moon and darkness bayed. wolves prowled the distant clearing, the axe glimmered in half light. the fog of breath moaned rising, and years began, as if a miracle! small hands and rough hewn hands, lit candles in poverty's excess. and lovers that were strangers found the tie that binds. summers turned to autumn, autumn drank the glass of winter. and horse drawn spring forgot the spicket... breasts left their mark in dirt. ah, but love demands, a war, a fire... and letters written in flesh. so be it! say that i have passed, and singed the curtains on your window!