Your time drips
My child;
It's your silence,
Your own stillness.

He floated on his mind as the stars fell dying.
Eternal wingless wind whispered aches,
Wound sealed life-flames to burn.

Eyes close, no gleam of growth
He gushed everything, no way return.
Indifference will haunt him forever,
Tide like blissless winter inside.

Your time drips,
My child;
It's your silence,
Your own stillness.