Night Unseen, a Constanza
Ashes linger on a fair brook,
Wizened, wrinkled, old eyes they say
Have spirit that in death yet pray.
Where once a life pale darkness took,
A crow to feast, a shiver’s wake,
To ripple, stab, then overtake.
To settle where the gods may look,
A soul may lie or live and cry
But never kneel to heaven’s spy.
Or float in sight of nature’s cook,
A ray of myth and holy light
For fading in the may or might.
A sacrifice, or murder’s hook?
None but the secret lovers’ fear
Could tell what hell transpired here.
Ashes linger on a fair brook,
Where once a life pale darkness took,
To settle where the gods may look,
Or float in sight of nature’s cook,
A sacrifice, or murder’s hook?
Copyright © Aron Jacob | Year Posted 2012
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