Saltfield's Songs

Who you are in the quiet,

Glows ultraviolet,

Silent, growing your moment,

Honing the edge of your mind.

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Wordless held processions,

March towards progression,

Transgressions stamped on your guilt,

Heavier than the sins of your past.

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There's a world for every elusive end,

Maws held wide-opened.

A token grace to see their other side,

Unwelcoming words scream to save you.

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On the cusp of discovery,

Devastation peals revelry,

Devilry's sabbath disturbs the monarchy,

Shipwright solemnity, silence.

Anchor board reliquaries,

Deep mounted with harsh words,

So rooted to your inquiries.

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Have I to hold? Hold you, have I?

Guardianship takes hold of me,

From the crow's nest cawing, calling,

Breezy limits sway the sunless sea.

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Camphor notes. Creaking hollows,

You rest in the bilge, my prisoner,

Irons around your ring finger,

As the first mate's mutineer.

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I'm aged as the tanner's linens,

You begged of me, I tendered.

Sail with me beyond the map's edge.

From my high up, mountaintop,

Fields of green sprawl wide.

Flowers grow where I don't know,

Their petals seem to hide.

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And the clouds surround me, dazzling,

Playing light like music notes.

The reach of friends and family,

The dream of lonely mountain goats.

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I've reached the top of the world...

There's no beauty left to be found.

I've reached the end of my fraying rope.

Now there's nowhere to go but down.

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The frost is lost upon my brow,

Like so many peaks before.

Rumbling stones that tumble down,

Their names committed to yore.

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Frigid fog in my eyes, mesmerize,

Fields of white confine.

The world below, I don't know.

Their people don't feel like mine.

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From so high up, I'm wandering...

The wonder is sprawling...

Will I ever be in reach...

Venerable mucilage,

Most honored of the rank beasts,

Drip from your god's nostrils,

As we beg, no, worship your entrails.

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Seep through the cracks of my mind.

To be awash in thick revulsion!

Lubricate me with your wisdom,

As I glean a new kind of vision:

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Sea grass falls limp beneath you.

Tides fall silent, and you displace waters.

We drink only what you deem right,

Fit to fatten and spoil our daughters.

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It is love, such free, open love,

That I lie with my body's decree.

Who would wish for the shelter of man,

You told me what I wanted,

You told me you were there.

That we'd make it work and we'd make it good,

But you made it so unfair.

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Choices from my past,

Made of goals that didn't last.

I built you up, but I made you up,

How did it all go wrong so fast?

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Rewind me, unbind me,

I need some time to find me.

Freedom comes from what I've undone,

And I'm done with all your cares.

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You're a thread around my heart,

And I'm unraveled before I start,

To stitch us back where we belong,

And you're pulling me along.

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Because all I ever wanted...

Because I thought that you'd be here...

That we'd make it work and we'd make it good,

Accords towards alated angels,

I'm cracked like ember ashen coals,

Deformed and warmed with jaded angles,

Laughing with those merry fools.

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Holly jolly discrepancies,

Holy bullies drown our glee.

Set me free, my freedom rings,

My Liberty's a museum piece.

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There's only one better way.

Clapper in my soul, make sound.

Swing me by the hallowed gallows,

As the Judas Silver wears my crown.

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Headlong, cherished retribution,

Spreads its song in parish devotion.

The path, unlikened to my homeland,

Walks with unfamiliar emotion.

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I am a seedling: hardly sprouted,

Barely more than a child's cry.

Rarely sure, with a heart full of lies,

How many pages are left to read

Before I'm found in leaf-littered letters?

As you break down my spine,

I wonder why it's so divine?

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When I dreamed of the garland line,

Pearls of love were fed to swine.

I'm trapped inside your mantle,

I belong to what's never mine.

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Trespasser in my own heart,

I can't cut out what you hate,

Because you're not here with me,

And it's a hunger you can't sate.

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I can't believe in who you are,

Because I'm your pearl you don't believe.

Made as one, but we're just two bodies...

Our wizened age curses covenants,

A confluence of modernity, sickening.

Wastrel malevolence stirs debasement,

Morality suffers our petty crimes.

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Figure wallowing in oppression,

Scorching desert heat grips you,

And your oasis, but a mirage,

Parching your throat of embassage.

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You're delirious, little creator,

Illusory visions cast salvatory shade.

Set a fire in your cascade,

Burning to ashes once-living water.

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At the foot of dessicated branches,

Stones thrown bear oppression's sigil,

The fingerprints of many little creators,

Skin deep convolutions,

Water running down your veins.

Cool down to sea level,

Let the light pass through.

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I want to see your soul again,

Hear the melodies in your tones,

Love like an X-ray beam,

Glowing bright against your bones.

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Every ridge reminds me of mountains.

Every dip, like a valley in bloom.

Skin deep, I'm barely scratching,

What you're hiding in a lead-lined room.

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Tell me all about your stories,

Whether they're real or make-believe.

Let me explore more of your passions,

I hold my breath to let you breathe.

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What I love lies deep inside you,

Because it's unimaginable.

Even x-rays can't describe your heart,

On the surface of the moon,

Undulating with the lunar soil,

Like a shockwave from an asteroid,

You are the impact I can't avoid.

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Low gravity.

I leap beyond the atmosphere.

I shot for stars in the dark,

And I landed in your heart.

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Everything is blue on the marble world,

But it's your eyes that pull me in.

Marbled in colors I can only imagine,

Where can we go from here?

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We're a binary system,

Lost in each other's arms,

Take my name, be my cosmos,

Wrapped like rings around us.

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Beneath the skylight, I wander.

Outstretched hand casting shadows.

I dream of us, flying to the moon,

At the edge of the shore I go,

A boundary to what seems like sea,

Love are the little ones milling about,

Coming and going with the flow.

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Droplets taste like nostalgia,

The noir of a cinema dream,

Transatlantic crooning swans,

Drunk on endless possibility.

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Delightful diversions,

Distractions make the mundane whole,

Sand in my swimsuit brings me back,

Holistic evaluations.

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Unsettled words run rampant here.

If coral grew around my heart,

Could I feed this ocean of warm feelings?

Oh those whispers under streetlight corners,

With your sparkling constellation eyes,

Did we believe they could ever escape us?

Dream your imagination into mine.

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Facets jeweled every edge,

Even darker words seemed resplendent.

Oh how I grasped deep for those fantasies,

When our realities grew dependent.

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Your mysterious misgivings halted.

Silent tapping on the window sill...

I leaned on you like a summer's breeze,

When every light burned out and fell.

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How could you find us somewhere else?

Star crossed lovers in a heartbeat sky.

Clouds came and covered what we had,

Terror shapes by hourglass,

I'm green, defiled in mold,

Breathing your spores I hold,

On this languid summer porch.

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I feel you coursing through me,

Sick, upturned, wellsprings spent,

Like my own ghost is truant,

Foreign to the home I call.

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Dance in the shambles, curdling,

Spin the dizzying rot of emotion,

Newspapers dated to a world in motion,

As the sun blots cold in my eyes.

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Never was a winter like this.

Frost smitten where glass meets sand,

Mountains fall at the turn of a hand.

Blind eye, cold shoulder, divine.

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Hurry, disillusionment, curry.

Spur me in fulminate blasphemy,

Devolution is a stone age mystery,

It hurts me; I forget.

My little urchin of woe,

Poke and prod with your willingness,

Train us how to feel so full.

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How you scooped my icecream heart,

Leaving coconut, paper white,

Stuck deep inside my broken teeth,

I lie with you in the limelight.

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Disney, corrugated paper craft,

Storybook never afters.

Sink or swim, I still can't breathe,

Guide my neck toward the rafters.

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Choose me, why can't I?

What seems special any more?

Flecks of pigment look like life,

Sharp tongue, dagger blade,

Writ my scalpel how it's made,

Trust was broken, little window,

Pain inside me, pain inside.

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Little pieces strewn askew,

Why'd you break them, I ask you?

Picked and packed like little rats,

Squeak my bones beneath your shoe.

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Revival! All we need is revival.

Revolving the alchemist's vial.

Drink me up, see it as good.

Oh hunger, drive me mad.

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Catch again the catching can,

Dust is wearing your face again.

Let it go, boy, let it go.

The wherewithall to wear without,

Withholding of our withering doubt,

When winter whelms with worried wails,

Mine are fantasy-engrained decisions,

Hallmark-entrant, Colosseum-hearkened.

Might of mine betrays that cordial spirit,

Earth, it spins delusions to the darkened.

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Pick a card from fifty-two long faces,

Twinning heads of state with chilling statures.

Perfect pair with daggers drawn on aces,

Pinning their perfection to your heartbreak.

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Draw your mind as I once drew these sorrows.

Drink the cup which spills of anxious ichor.

Words lay long upon my evening's shadows,