Spring Poem by Geoff Lathy

Bright morning through dark crystal distilled,
fading shades into silent stone. The…
Sibilant whispers in my outstretched hand,
heavy glittering behind silken stone tears.
Living fingers claw my eyes,
silently scream; sightless, soulless statue,
Crystalline image, dark crystal shade.
Burning, burning, burning bright anger,
smouldering pyre behind my eyes,
sighs,
a quick breath,
then,
suffocating, silted over, windswept,
desolate,
buried beneath burning,
sighs,
crystalline.