Veil Maker Ashen Prayer Beads
()our eyes, they track me in my sleep.
()our eyes, they’re all I ever see.
and I don’t know the reasons why feelings,
visions and memories survive.
no matter where I go, I will see ()ou there;
no matter where, ()ou’ll carve a place inside my heart.
swarming moments burn away
all the weeks melt into days
seconds ripple as they swell
torn between my borsch and life
buried under all these lies
you lie and occupy a living dying place inside my heart
wound carved into sand