The Scattered

against my skin, brush a rasping winter’s silence shapes of bitter cold torrent in darkness bestowing emptiness born the haunting eye hunt the sharp scorn of day like a fish kisses new air touches the surface opening the sky awake sweet the sun and rage her heart, in flower within the grass, wild beyond the trees, as god inventor of light sews dew into dawn abolishing solitude and all that is gone beautiful chain of fire the scar between moons cuts invisible the space between death our fingers, stars and matter where droplets of water around us scatter…