Fading into the coils

Moon-bleached skin stretched thin

Across the sheets like dead bones

 

There is life yet within

 

But…

 

It feels like a life already dead

 

Echoes of the garden voice tempting

With words – only words

No power –

 

not THE WORD

 

So the blood that is drying

The heart that is dying

 

Can be renewed

 

Turn back.

 

 

We are but shadows dark

You know –

We were meant to cast them

Instead

A greater light scours them away

(and I too perhaps)

 

 

“If it were not for the light there would be no shadow”

(I hear it whispered into my ear, sensual poison)

 

Not true.

 

True light that envelopes cannot suffer darkness