The Serpent and the Raven

internal clock of desire

deep insatiable need

an infant gnawing on its fist

hungry for its feed

as my arms have opened

as i look back across the years

searching ceased

cravings fed

what lies beneath the ocean bed?

but sorrow carved with joy

masks discarded upon the ocean floor

epic loving

washed to shore

now the woven chords

the bloody corpse of daylight

breaks

upon the shuttered world of us

as we slither to be born

shed of skin

decorative wounds

unravelled juice from the eye

 the great serpent

of creation

speaks 
unto us

you and i
broken from our shell
hollowed through 

magician
sits quietly upon the mountains peak
yet the goddess embarks
upon her solitary journey


life has woven us its song
now it is time to sing it