Close the Book on all my days
be upset or be amazed
shut the drapes on morning shine
it scatters patterns through my mind
close the book and open eyes
green embe dded gold divine
silver skin and satin glaze
for your horrors this was made
to lay you down and eat your days
darkness down the throat
soft clay
hands that weave a thousand hours
embroidered melodies
gold braids
a tower
Close the book on all my nights
I was made to bend and have no rights
close the door on all the sounds
they rip the petals from my flowers
drenched in honey in gardens green
roses
pollen
at my feet
hummingbirds with wings like mine
beating swiftly at the time
foals and mares
and stallions screaming
against my ribs
open
heaving
Close the book on all my shades
drink it down with old bruised ale
close the book into my spine
ridge it
gild it
'gainst old man Time
burn it into me like gold
every crevice
every bone
eat my heart for all it's worth
break every dream
I've given birth
close the book on all my days
I'm bowed
you're proud
I'm bruised
inlaid
with every want that's not my own
with every song
young earth
and old
close it
bind it
seal it up
here comes the wolf
to eat it up
©2006victoriaseleneskyedeme
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