Blood And Bone Poem by For Matilde

Horizons hide blood and bone
The thin line of mountains
separate the sounds of calling
but feathers fall
tantalised no more
by ambrosia nor nectar
the son of Zeus
stands waiting
for the water to recede
but it stands stagnant
and cold on his breast
and in the nights
I still lay on the soft down
of your soul
and in the nights
the fox leaves the forest
to bathe in the light of the moon
in the pool of Selene
and in the day
there is so much warmth
in the spread eagled arms of the maple
in their radiance
more golden than light


and in the day
we feel the insistent hand
of life
always pushing
and in the day
I just want to gaze
at the symmetry of trees
and catch a part of you walking