1-18 4 x 4 (To The Head)

Autumn, Whisper, Song, and Stone,
late into the night,
in the wicked flicker of the firelight,
late into the night
argued,
over wishes and moons, 
boys and tunes,
silly boys, forgetful tunes, him, and love,
love, love, love, love,

Whisper from his chair of shadows
crept forward, gripping the sides,
fingers curled, uncurling from the birch,
claiming one for him, one for his heart,
one to sit on his chair, one in his place,
one to wear his crown, one to wear his face,
whispering with his heart, curled, uncurling,
I want to be free, I want to be free,
I want to be free,
Whisper pleaded to no one,
this one's for me, no one listened,
to his heart, whispering, I want to be,
giving him the Bull, the Shadow which swallowed
the Drowning man, screaming whispers to no one,
I want to be free, I want to be free, I want to be free,
from his chair of shadows crept forward,
this one's for me.

Autumn, Song, Stone and Whisper,
late into the night,
alive in the wicked flicker of the firelight
late into the night,
argued over wishes and moons,
boys and tunes,
silly boys, mournful tunes, kisses, her, and love,
love, love, love, love


Quiet Stone. Patient Stone.
Lifted his finger and pointed once.
The fire dying to ash in his eyes.
The fire held to ash in his eyes.
The fire smoldering ash in his eyes.
Quiet Stone. Patient Stone. Smiled once.
Plucking from the blackening pit,
a once, a hymn, a gathered husk,
a breath,  a form, a cradle,
for him, for him, for him.
Quiet Stone. Patient Stone. Held once.

Song, Autumn, Whisper, and Stone
late into the night,
lost to the wicked flicker of the firelight
late into the night,
arguing over,
wishes, and moons, 
boys, and tunes,
silly boys, wayward tunes, home, and love,
love, love, love, love 


Autumn flashing,
his hand, scraped the embers from the pile,
scattering them into the sky, while he danced,
claiming, one for his wings, one for his feathers,
one who was afraid, to dance, but watched,
feathers for his hands, wings for his hands,
oceans of sky enveloping, unfolding, unfurling,
with his hands, flashing, embers, flying,
this one is mine, this one is mine, screaming,
into the flight of the sky, wild ribbons, silver thread, hair tangling,
strangling, wanting, flying, dancing, wanting, grasping, giving, wanting,
taking.

Whisper, Stone, Song, and Autumn,
late into the night,
by the wicked flicker of the firelight,
argued over the last,
wish, the full moon,
the silly boy, and his wayward tune,
the who, who won't go home, and love,
love, love, love, love,


when all had left,
the sky full of tears glistening,
the moon to bed,
no longer listening,
Song in the darkness wept waiting,
for the last, the one,
beneath the midnight glimmering
for the last, the one,
to the shadow of his ear, whispering,
as stones held in his arms, cradling,
as autumn leaves with his feathers, falling,
when all had left,
his sky full of tears glistening,
this one remained listening,
this one remained, listening,

Song.