Denial awaits

Streams crossing the very ether,
Long gusts of wind ,
blowing her tendrils of thoughts.
Looks at them in wonder as
His mind slowly unravels.

red-tinged stones,
                               sands of time and past lives,
ground into the dusky Earth.
Memories of what was, could be, and will be
nay shall be
                               His will indomitable,
                               hers bending
and Together
                               hers wrapped and twined
with His,
They stand, immutable
against the railings of all
those scuttering around.

Those ghoulish ones ,
                               opening closing seeking more,
ever more
and denial is what awaits.