~

You came to the realisation that,
over time, you had lost something essential
Perhaps the wind had reached within you
with cold, skeletal hand, snatching
at an indescribable warmth

You kept walking, shedding, shrinking,
until you wept at a moon you no longer
understood

You kept walking into the pulling waves
that sung quiet lullabies, enchanting
black song The Chorus of Creation
Pulling you into the swallowing abyss
of something that existed before

God, Angels and words of peace
and solace