sweet pills and bitter potions
spring water brews, winter kisses, soft moss
rain falling on my closed eyelids
[ black and grey, ashes and coal ]
crepuscular tears squeezed from under my lashes
silent slumber of senses, sleep of the restless thoughts
lachrymal dirge of stone birds; they seem distant and hollow
they watch { attentive mares }, their beaks under my skin, buried in my veins
[ it’s not over, it’s only bitter potions
an eternity slowed down; a numb reality ]