Away My Love

Come away.
Come away and slur
into hovelling gray,
away from the heats
hummed low – away.

Come, let us carry
this mute owl night
far from burgeoning day –
away – far from the fury
of gospel – far –
far from the scurry
of commerce – away,

Into some bold and barren
moon scraped glen,
smoothed with teeth and talon
and then, away – away
into the myriad gray
of our own true making –

stone below pine,
pine below sky,
sky below nothing
but the want in your eye.

Come away, my love,
and tender a blaze,
for black is the sum
of all of our days.

But there, there, far and away –
bright upon some needled clay,
let darkness have its way, its way,
and gather we to fire, to pray.

Image: Nathan Anderson on Unsplash

4 thoughts on “Away My Love

  1. This is superb, lovely, beautiful! I love how it starts sweet and tender and steadily climaxes into a solemn sensation. It has that timeless classic quality that, really, most of your poems have. This one though, it stands out. One your very best I think. Kudos Devon!

    Mae

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