Finisterrae

At the crossroads we divide

Past the doorway we leave behind, all but what we cannot hide, and we’re left barking in the dark

Unmarried and barren

Dug out your shell with brittle nails and you cracked; open, exposed and decayed

But inside you flowers a garden

And inside the font swims a water bird

And inside it a thousand promises; oval unbroken worlds

Underwater

Golden threads weave your name on the waves as they crash on the crags