See The Dawn's Light Tremble Anew Poem by Mark Heathcote

Aislinn's ashes linger in my every breath
clogging my lungs with tears
molten lava enters my heart and stops.
Aislinn's ashes linger in my bloodstream
they congest and jam up my lifeless eyes
my chest heaves to expand to lift to fall.

A crow moves diagonally wherever I go
like a coffin lid dusting off the snow.
Aislinn's ashes have numbed my earth,
my place in the world, a crushing footstep
that lingers dragged like a plough-
through a barren field where nothing,
nothing will any longer grow.

Aislinn's ashes have engulfed my mind.
It's a pole where the ice blankets my soul.
Each-tear icicle stigmata nail-biting,
stabbing every pore of my being
wishing and praying things could be different.
That my heart seared like a dust cloud
that it swirled and fell at her angelic feet.

That I could gaze into her eyes one last time
and see the dawn's light tremble anew.