frigid ibex
Bleached Upon the Page
Darkness spills over the page—
Feathered between the lines where life once lay,
Walk the steps of man,
Strangled by faith.
As light looms over—
He stands entangled in chains,
Gasps of silence torn from space;
Even words, shackled by shadow,
Are pierced righteous
And bleached upon the page.
Though shattered by time,
Sewn shut by hate,
Far in the graveyard of love-in-name
Stands a man—
Heart engulfed by dark,
Yet light incarnate.
As though wrestled by nature,
Caressed by wind, found by warmth,
And loved by sins—
Nearly withered by desire,
His words gleam:
“Lost is he who seeks shelter
Not within—
But in the closeness of one,
The reason all martyrs
Are buried in him.”
wary grove
soft gust
celest mason