A Sward of Stars

I lay under the moon on a sward of blueice stars 
hanging from a mythical web of dreams ... 
I put my pride aside and came into the void
with the skin flayed of my bones 
and an incandescent light of unnamed silences. 

I waited my turn and languished in nakedness
the whisper of the night sighed 
thousand winds of night
drowned with mist barren distances. 

Your halo fell into the underworld
your aura dispel in the waters of the Styx. 

I will not stand on your grave 
nor cry your past
I will not remember your name 
nor come disguised 
of wings and flight of birds 
every dawn , 
I will not be the morning due.

Today I got dressed in time 
the clothes of longing 
but tomorrow I will awake 
hanging trough the wires of the the moon
in a sward of stars .... 
falling... 

with a bright canvas in my hands.