The Hungers

Dreaming riven being I believe, I believe the great dawn is coming
so I write, I write, to feed the starving saints of the nights
at the gale’s fragile edge we were strangers in this land
this insistence of flight, flight, from this dark fire
In storms of sunlight in this burning sunrise I am alive, I am alive
drowning in the gossamer worlds
go again into the beckoning universe
burning sunrise I am your shrine
morning to midnight inside this tomb I too once had a god like a blood wound
riven and borne on the wind
and I am back in the battleground again
and I am void again
Theogony at the molten golden horizons
Whirlpools of light spilling from the sun chrysalis, this is Genesis 
you were the luminous fire of the fragile universe
you were this impossible miracle I witnessed
then you slipped from my fingertips
in the company of lesser men 
like a rope across the softs of my throat 
by immaculate summer I am resurrected again 
sealed into this Earth, sealed into stillness
the horizons shift this is Genesis
Dreaming being bear witness to breathing eternities
In a fever you sleepwalked through extinct cities
The alchemist dreams dark fires
Metamorphosis in a fragile universe
dreaming of Avalon that gossamer isle in the mist, dreaming of murmuring eternities
I witnessed the red universe rising in your irises
this void is of divine construction I am your beginning I am your end
Madonna Martyr of Eden and its dark gardens
mother of storms I am your whirlwind racing the horizons
Tell me what do you know of burning sunset? What do you know that you can’t forget?
Riven being I believe, I believe you were dreaming the great dawn
I let the darkness of distant seas transfigure me
creature of heartbeats in desecrated Paradise, desire and its radiances
I dreamed this! drunk from the dark liquor of night skies 
I dreamed this! a small measure of peace beneath pale stars
immaculate summer I am your sacrifice I am your winter survival
before endless bruised dusk, fire burning in my veins, this is the burning universe
midnights in succession before blooming night jessamine
I witnessed the stars swallowed by black valleys
riven and borne on the wind
and I am back in the battleground again
This is the reign of fire
If you let yourself burn then burn and be renewed
This is a world of wolves
If you devour then you devour and be devoured too
a destiny of ash and dust who will resurrect the voiceless who will remember us
before we are gone into the beckoning universes
Driven into the wind
The wind said: This is Genesis this is the End Again