Bleeding slash wounds, two hearts in night attack regalia, a war of desperation raged below the predawn azure, under full moon grinning down like a death's head--love's blackest banner, love that takes no prisoners, love that was more blood and bone than heart.
Time will heal all wounds, they say,
every bloody rip and tear that
scars the flesh can be traced by feeling.
Every scar becomes a memory.
Every memory a ghost that you know by name
You see their eyes every night.
Some scars fade with time, while other marks will settle deeper than this--becoming an underlying web, a chain for your soul, or a tattoo spreading over the heart's matrix of fractured lines.
Time will see this mark burst, the death of a spirit in slow motion, or a shifting mosaic of colors reborn to take back the wind like it's yours.
(because it is)
Time will see you fly, soaring and diving like the world has always been your private ocean.
(because it has)
Time will heal all wounds--
and time laughs at all who
try to control its course.
So stop trying--
The air cracks with electric fire,
new wings unfurl in a mosaic,
eyes like god's eyes
are two suns setting
blaze to life in all drama,
hottest blood of all in color
and the glory
In their depths
I see all the time in the world
to heal the old wounds
of love and war