New Ground

New ground, fresh.
Loose soil and fragrant mist.
They are all so cold,
crawling through the black stone.
There is a fire in the sky,
always burning.
There is a fire that bleeds into the night.
I fell,
about three years ago.
I stepped off a cliff
and tumbled into deadly warmth.
Each breath,
frozen breath,
closed into morning whispers.
Each absent breath that dreams of rolling clouds.
I tried to come back,
they wouldn't let me.
I even walked across the burning coals,
it didn't help.
Little flecks of orange,
golden speckles in an emerald sea.
Why are you shouting at me, what did I do?
When I come back will they all still be wearing black,
will they remember?
Canticles of joy,
melting into the grey stone walls.
It rains.
She sits in the rain.
Echoes in the living tomb,
sweet terror,
sweet death.
Tapping through the silence,
breaking the spell.
Lost amongst the flowers.