Post: Away

Away from you, domme morrigan, I listen out

For your sound. Everything’s uprooted, away from

You now. Sound talks but there’s no sound. Really,

There is no world, now. I keep touching your tag

As if I had been cast adrift. If the sky fell down

Into the sea, and life became shadows listless.

It was a universe where life didn’t exist.  Yet when I

Touch your tag. It gives order to the sea, anchored,

The planet to harmony, and I’m reminded of your

Eyes, my ruler, the way you looked at me.