The sun upon our shoulders

Nobody felt the warm wind that day
With the grasses bowing as if a regent was passing by
Skies were open to us and we slid away like reprimanded rats
Under the blanket of the voice of a giant
I remember the sun on my shoulders
With an undisputed sense of self and selflessness enfolding me
And you were a raven in the eventual moonlight and the black of the night was your cape
I was a serpent in the now upright grasses, who all seemed relieved to bow no more
And the pools of blood shuddered as we fled
From our own presence and resonance in the stillness of an unknown valley
So we crept upon our bellies to the calm blue sea
And gave ourselves up freely
I had hoped that you had felt the warm wind that day
And the sun on your shoulders
But then we drowned and every thought was lost and inverted
Who were they, the ones that stood and watched in wonder
The ones who whispered out loud as my other heart
Exploded on the marble altar...?

We knew the Earth had summoned us
When the gulls flew too high to discern from the heavens.
We were gods for those ten seconds...
Weren't we?
We are the ones who live inside the echoes of your voice
The pallor of your cries
The crimson of your death.