Offering VIII: Icon

Unknown date

I can't find you

eyes darting desperately

dispairingly

hither and thither

on the lane

The Enchanted Lane

Nor can I find you in the boneyard

the Severed

The Sacred Sites

On bloody knees I crawl

forgetting thunderous skies above

with magnifying glass in shaking hand

I squint

tap words together

wish you into being

Struggle to rise

jolt my attention

toward the swaying branches

just as your breath

(some would call it wind)

enters me