Tremble Droplet

Glinting from the farthest star,

wrapped within a mantle

and driven through endless night;

black liquid hardening to shell

and peeling away

like the ash expelled by fire

revealing those first sights to the eye,

blemishes to the immaculate beauty

of that unwritten spherical page,

it drinks the nightmares of charnal rage

and mingled blood pollutes the draft.

Pain and ire; those first artisan teachers

fashion scars that echo down a lifetime

such lessons rarely shared

but often alluded to.

“There is no peace richer

than is found beyond exhaustion”

you whisper from within...
 

you are there beside me;

a sibling born of sadness,

a wretch in all but nature,

a saint to all but the self.