Angel Weeping

Do you hear the drumming

Of tear drops on the roof

A crying angel weeping

Her wings sweeping

The leaves from the autumn of ashes

Colours bleeding out of the trees

Washing into the rivers of dark sorrow

Rapids flowing down into the depths

Her soul darkens the high skies

As her anguish drowns the sunrise

Will hope ever touch her again

Does melancholy rein?

The Wooden Rattle of Bones

The wooden rattle of bones
fills this lake.
I lay numb on the bottom of the lake
the water took everything from me.
Salt on my skin
makes my cuts bleed.
Water cleans my cuts
Ships are keeled over by storms.
From the ends of my life
Humans are sad.
I am a goddess of the seas,
I know the love of seamen.
My tears as pearls are washed away
on to the shores of mortals.
How long is the time I could be
absolutely miserable?
You cannot see me,
my charger.
As my blood boils
we approach each other,
but the waves take your ship away.
Is there a place
where sea and air could fare together?

The Rocky Silence of Flesh

The rocky silence of flesh empties this land.

I lay vibrant on the top of this earth

water gave everything to you.

Salt in my veins

makes my cuts heal.

Water stains my cuts

Ships sing songs to storms.

From the beginnings of my life

Humans are joyous.

I am no goddess of no seas,

I do not know the love of seamen.

My tears as pearls are kept in small vaults

never to be seen by mortals.

How short is the time I could be

absolutely merry?

You can see me,

my steed.

As my blood cools,

we distance ourselves,

but the waves keep bringing your ship back.

Is there a place

where land and air could leave each other lonesome?

The Wooden Rattle of Bones

The wooden rattle of bones
fills this lake.
I lay numb on the bottom of the lake
the water took everything from me.
Salt on my skin
makes my cuts bleed.
Water cleans my cuts
Ships are keeled over by storms.
From the ends of my life
Humans are sad.
I am a goddess of the seas,
I know the love of seamen.
My tears as pearls are washed away
on to the shores of mortals.
How long is the time I could be
absolutely miserable?
You cannot see me,
my charger.
As my blood boils
we approach each other,
but the waves take your ship away.
Is there a place
where sea and air could fare together?

The Rocky Silence of Flesh

The rocky silence of flesh

empties this land.

I lay vibrant on the top of this earth

water gave everything to you.

Salt in my veins

makes my cuts heal.

Water stains my cuts

Ships sing songs to storms.

From the beginnings of my life

Humans are joyous.

I am no goddess of no seas,

I do not know the love of seamen.

My tears as pearls are kept in small vaults

never to be seen by mortals.

How short is the time I could be

absolutely merry?

You can see me,

my steed.

As my blood cools,

we distance ourselves,

but the waves keep bringing your ship back.

Is there a place

where land and air could leave each other lonesome?