Scarlit

I. Solipsism

Enter bones
Through pried open scars
Lit by the faint glow
Of starlight at dawn.
A dying rose unfurls
Its secrets on stone.

Before the stone
Gate built on shattered bones
A lone shadow unfurls
Over tamped earth; a maze of scars
Filled with dawn
The quiet glow

Of fading moonlight glowing
Ghastly over a half-sunken stone
Catches dawn
Rising into stiff trees, straight like bones.
Rough bark cut by scars
Hiding and unfurling

In time to unfurling
Whispered melodies glowing
Crystalline; curled edges of scars
Like stars inscribed on stone
Embedded in exposed bones
Lie languid upon dawn.

The rose awaits dawn
Scarlet petals unfurl
Wrap around bleached bones.
Soft white glow
Luminous within red; broken stone
slips inside scars.

The forgotten scar’s
History clings to dawn
Lacing cold stone
With the unfurling
Warmth of morning’s glow
Eerie over discarded bones.

Brittle bones cut scars
Into the ethereal glow of dawn
Unfurling lost secrets into polished stone.