Black Mountain

and you drew me
with your steady,
one - pointed gaze,
into your spent bosom,
the blackness and stillness
of your stark eyes,
of your majestic form,
lit the pyre
of my wayward thoughts,
as I swallowed you
in one breath,
of fear and love,
with nowhere to hide
but in your barren folds,
now mine,
drinking in a love
that you do not give,
but help me find myself;
rising from the ashes
of long-dead logs
from other worlds,
the black goddess
comes alive
to kill with a love
for Black Mountain.

Loneliness

and when you called out to me
across the grey emptiness,
my heart lunged to meet you
and hold you as I would
a bird with a broken wing,
not knowing that your cry
was not of tears
wanting to be held,
but a call from the heavens,
revealing the face of God
on the other side
of the grey and the black.