Dec 29, 2015
A wickerman’s conundrum
You stand where you stand, frozen in ice, a fire chilled in your heart. It hurts,it bleeds and yet you won't die, you breathe.
You hope to burn but won't, You try to cry but don't. Rest... Sweet rest... Neither fire nor ice will heal you.
Its been so long, the weather unkind, broken branches, reeds and limbs. I can't put you back together, I can't show you the manual, I won't axe you.
I can merely watch, as you waif and long and pray, put yourself back together, okay?