All ashes and ache,
I hover beneath the loose blue lake of sky.
where crow wings sing like slick of oars
And fireflies light their goblin torches, flit and flick
of darkling gleam.
Backlit clouds scull across the sky,
streaming a higgledy-piggledy calligraphy of runes
to untether my scuttled hope and
sweeten my ale to caramel cream.