Do dirt-birds dream of snow?

• Posted by Paws September 8, 2016 - Filed in TSC: Poems - 1,558 views

  With heavy heart I tread these hallowed halls,
  Passing marbled murals gracing walls,
  The splashing sound of sacred falls,
  A soft voice sighing gently calls.

  At the shrine I see an offering of words,
  A horn of joy from Snow-Whale herds,
  Sung in the tone of tibrol tree birds,
  Tears makes up the last two-thirds.

  One by one I dowse each candle flame,
  Each one unlit bringing more pain,
  Upon a stool I place my blame,
  Sitting there along with shame.

  This temple is full of tapestries,
  Woven with my memories,
  Each one full of fallacies,
  Beautiful like galaxies.

  Another offering too I deign to leave,
  Three timid shapes I like to weave,
  Mercy, kindness next to reprieve,
  Shame and blame I then retrieve.

  As I turn and reverse my steps, a sigh,
  A saddle-sore voice from up on high,
  I train my ears for that last goodbye,
  The only sound an empty try.

  At the chapel’s great door I leave a kiss,
  For this house of love and tender bliss,
  Turning then I face my abyss,

  
  The door closes with a hiss.