Rage

The sky disintegrates in to the palm of your hand,
lifting our spirits like pillars,
to hold up the pale moon, gaudily echoed
in the music of the village below.

Hold on to the morning winds,
eroding resolve like the ocean
to the shore, courageous and true,
the guardians of the dawn, stay the water.

Blood shines black against the mirror,
Blood flows under the skin of the Earth,
Blood betrays the pathway concealed,
and trickles to the center of humanity.

Caress her rosy features, pithy speeches
and feckless love in the clouds,
causing a great storm, and lighting
such is the rage of the gods -
and the sky fell apart in your hands