The Harrowing World

the darkest hour in the pale bubble of the moon cool midnight, lonely solvent for tomorrow raking stars like marbled glitter shade and shadow merge as one all asleep, earth and hearth my heart beats deep in mantle's drum nightbirds chased by whispered death silent fled and silent gone slumbered in diurnal rhythm a house squats dim, creaks and hums filled with soothing dreams, soft murmurs but it's our nightmares make us run die a little in morning's light dying to let born generations come curse on one ignored in time's passing my longing grown to repair the night as smolt fed on sire's flesh, frenzied for pacific salt young blood beat hot against the parent's net tho' soft and green as summer's grass windblown swayed with soft rain sounds lit blazing fire-lance, bursting hearts flared out into constellation's realm cupped by fair Tethys, far above a dreamer's sight and spent fathers rest below, weary now in mortal hands