After The Storm  

Fall into the storm
I saw you broken on the stones
Salt water settled in your wounds

I held you
You were cold
You were silent

Archtypal in your mourning
Your wordless, dreamless skin
You vanished in the late night
A vampire child running free
Across sky and sea

You are the remains of Tiamat
Streched across the heavens
Taut as the skin of a drum
The stars find their way into you
Calling you once again home

You are a body with no soul flame
You are a cup in which no wine remains
You are a wound that feels no pain

Your story is written on empty pages
You do not cry out as you fall
I release your cold hand, commit your body
To the waters

© 2006 Margaret Haugen