If you study the Tarot you know
Swords are for words,
Cups are for feelings
Impaled by your swords
My cups runneth over
Out of my chest
The water turns to blood
It pools at my feet
Surrounds me and drowns me
I float on the surface
Shifting on the ebb and flow
My swords all tied behind my back
In sailors’ knots and Christmas bows
And yet these swords don’t weigh me down
Their nature is ephemeral
And when they’re tied and nullified
Their screams and sobs are funereal
My mind,
Oh it’s aligned
With four horsemen that ride
My mind,
It used to shine
Like the thoughts and dreams of thine
And when my mind
Conjures images of a face like yours
I hope you know
My heart’s aglow
As it beats, emits a light of gold
The light of stories yet untold
And if I perish in the swell
I pray
My heart will turn your sword to gold
