wyrdwind

Ballroom

Never been the frilly sort,

but to your ear my heart,

you’d hear its chambers

something only Night

remembers.

Reason that it beat at all,

back then bruised on my own,

all on my own a phantom waltz,

slowed but didn’t halt.

Did you know a swan sings

wreckage, ruins, and the unseen,

I’ll die before you catch me

wavering.

Never took the floor in arms,

just armed, my feet quickened,

bonfire fiddle finesse, force

the devil’s hand.

If I ever took a hand,

well he’d barely be a man,

more than any worldly can

keep abreast at sea,

has legs the like of these.

Did you know a swan sings

teardrops, threadbare, and coffee rings,

I’ll die before you catch me

wavering.

Light Pollution

Come away from there,

with me with stars like these,

I’ll read your fortune in this

cowlick tapestry.

This view’s a dying a breed,

it’s riches overflowing,

keening but none see,

how many has it been?

Nights away from me.

Explosion out of sequence,

I’ve still got all the pieces,

diamond lace on your coffin,

I’m coming, I’m coming.

Some of this white was born in,

ebony tressed through ghosts woven,

dressed but you’ve run off all directions,

all said you’re Sleipnir without Odin,

but love my lead can show you things,

the answer’s never where you think,

you’ll miss me if you dare to blink,

not one for mindless crowded revelry,

these boots are for adventuring.

Explosion out of sequence,

I’ve still got all the pieces,

diamond lace on your coffin,

I’m coming, I’m coming.

Wonder’s within walking distance,

where’s the bend that we meet first?

I’m coming.

Three of Swords

Thrice disaster strikes,

that pain’s where you’re alive,

my whispers can turn a tide,

what goes out comes back

put right. Lovelost,

I can ride,

take the reins,

take terrain

where others died.

Cowgirls don’t cry,

rain’s just how the sky

provides. You’ve got such

pretty eyes.

I’ll dress to suit them,

you’ll put my blanket on,

and we’ll outpace foul winds

had you down.