My heart screams
I turn around somehow not quite missing the beat.
I run and run through the forest of my forgotten dreams
Only I have forgotten.
And how you tasted
How you looked
And how you felt.
The trees here are tall and dark and barren
Yet they live like my heart
Fed on remorse and regret.
How many life times ago was it that I loved you?
How many hearts have beaten and ceased since those days?
How many mortals have lived and died in this realm with out actually living?
I am still running
Just ahead of times tick, tick, ticking.
For fear of standing still and remembering.
Constantly running in and out of ink-black shadows
Running in forests where the screeches of startled ravens dissipate upon the winds.
Remembering I loved you
And the taste of ruby kisses so sweet and seductive.
Drip-fed by time’s unceasing march
I dissolve into the pools of my own sadness.
Slide into the oblivion of the unknowing
Where ravens cries are the only sounds that leave my lips
And the black blood of night
Is the only truth.
What is known can be unknown
Memories can be reversed
Just like time.
Way beyond knowing
Way beyond unknowing
To a time of just being
To a time when the earth stood still
And all there was, was the Word
Always of the blood…