When From This Face

when from this face

half aged on a wrinkled sea

came she, five years unorthodox

from the hanging lime;

her seething eyes see the mangled mind

to dream awake the acres of the crab;

 

her twisting tongue of epitaph

knots Cancer to the fine lines of the tongue

as chimes four circles deeper than the grave.

who answers first,

thirst of man on a weathers map?

the deep descending pilgrim sucking sin?

 

when from these eyes

half naked by the dying man

with Aries child too proud to shoulder arms;

who gives so who will borrow?

tomorrow no less closer to the rhyme

that beats grandfather clock a  fairy tale;

 

her broken jaw of sorrow

borrowed time from the hourglass

a stranger to the stinging frost of snow

grows deeper now the landscape raves at dawn;

a craving for the sleep that bolts it's doors

it's hinges hanging taller than the prayer;

 

why from these tears do I

as singing man walking taller than the space

be merry as a scarecrow with a stuffed-up voice?.

the mourning comes and goes on freckled cheek;

could I mourn you more the second time you die?

only the second time of asking

can I, as man, be braver than a child;