the voice in my dreams

I will take your darkness
to bury it low

all the poisonous shards
rough rigid pieces
scraping and breaking
your innocent soul

down to the deepest
of the depths below
there in the darkest quiet
of the oceans of my soul

where no light will emit the faintest of glow
where not the bravest of heartbeats
ever dare go

there you will find me
decaying in woe
cloaked in darkness
wraithlike
cold

carefully fitting
piecing together
those intimate shards
intricate pleasures
and with
detailed precision
the blood from my hands
will weave them together
restoring the strands

the blade of my scythe
as precisely and slow
will carve out the patterned
symbols of your soul
then patiently teaching
helping you grow
guiding you gently
as your light begins to glow

watching you sleeping
sound on the floor
no longer restless
calm and restored

the knot in my stomach
tightens and turns

I know to release you
to return you again
up there to the earth
the sky
the rain

so with the last of the fire
the breath I have left
I’ll raise you to the surface
with tears on my chest

perhaps I will witness
your beauty as you wake
feel pride and affection
accepting my fate

letting them take me
to judge and restrain

so smiling
I go
into the void
no longer fighting
that infinite noise
existing in noting
floating away
keeping your smile
fixed in my gaze

as at long last

my immortality

fades

to ashes I wither
feeling no more
awaiting the voice
that could raise me
once more

that beautiful sound
of the wind on the shore
the most beautiful sound
of that voice
that
is

yours