Gossamery Wind

i have seen the pale horse unmask your face color it white till you blended with him like a blank stare of the moon his hooves beat in a heart where silence now falls as a gossamery wind caught my breath beneath the still of yours his pace separated our worlds through the eternal place of his own your soul temporized within his passage into partings of darkness drawn through shades of eyes that once could blink away fog yet now lost the ability to do so under the seal of fate I have seen the indurated clay that holds you tight yet your shadows tramp my mind as if it were a common street these vivid memories hook my thoughts as if fifty bucks could own my soul curse you, even in death your immortality still robs choking me of every breath my scars harbor your death i close my eyes to these blocks of mind your soul still owns... I resurrect the pale horse, curse him yet place him higher than the stone walls or granite that bears your name and kiss nothingness at your grave my mind becomes calm again but my roots remain twisted beneath the silence of your wind yet i curse you and i curse him the same!