Nightbird songs

The Reluctant Phoenix

Sighs, prayers, tears,
Sighs, prayers, tears,
Sighs, prayers, tears.

I say this three times,
Because these are the sounds of loss,
That crash like waves inside my ears.

My body rolls like driftwood,
Upon the tides of grief,
Vexed thoughts and silent lamentations;
Both mercenaries, employed to be love's thief.

Movement has become limited,
As I shelter in the night's dark womb.
I am tangled in the seaweed of memory;
A corpse bride dancing with her shuffling groom.

Heavy sighs, like smoke that rise,
Into what feels like water or weighted air.
I watch them come to  land again,
Sorrow caught like leaves, in the tangle of my hair.

My hands lie open in supplication,
To the yawning void;
A weary prayer to the impersonal firmament,
To be obliterated or destroyed.

Tears, prayers, sighs,
Tears, prayers, sighs,
Tears, prayers, sighs.

I say this three times,
To nurture…

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