Daymare

As the seas and rivers and lakes churned to dust
Beneath the dancing grin of flame,
I held my Light to the last
Hawk oak whale rose hound soil,
My fingers flaying in the crackling loam
As I clawed closer to my Love,
And She turned to me,
Her tears drying once bled,
And smiled Her dusk moan
Like the winds rushing through
Melted mountain peaks.
"No me lastimas mas..."
She sobbed as Our eyes aglow
Laughed last to embers.