Unfinished swan

Left to begin the muse cries tears in Jade

Tears of shadowed past

Has never seen a view

A feather in black

Whispers from the unfinished swan

Sprawl a chalk mark 

Etched in haste on a sidewalk

Crooned in concrete and steel

Pierce a tongue in the quill of ink

A Jester blades your heart in Jade

 

Carve you I must 

Your name

In seeds of indigo

As I lick the nape of your neck

The beads

The beads of sweat

Glisten in the heartlight

As I carve 

Your name

While you and I dance

In the shadow of death

 

This gaze lingers

A moment to long

Captured by eyes of azure

Fleeting

Licked by the dragon

Absorbing the pearls

While the rasp of scales

Leaves scars on my soul

 

Finish me in a mask

Remnants of a deed left in haste

Carve your name in, Jade

The Jester cries at simple misgivings 

Retched blade encased in rust

Carve jade I must

Leave me to die

Feathered

Unfinished swan