The Garden of Fear

Swirling round the original wound
They loiter sprint on imagined limbs
Wrinkled orb thus far removed
Remembers furling glitter wings

My crown I raise to indigo stars
As dreams cascade in burgeoning cells
Thrust from earth in candle hymns
I capture crow, my shadow nymph

Siphoning words from fingers cupped
With lips I sieve forgotten glyphs
In blackness click the spirit prayers
Engulfed I heed                    surrendering