Rest

Lay down 

your dark head

my dear one

the nightmare garden

needs no watering tonight

whatever demons

you are trying to fight 

this is not the hour 

for once 

let someone else

be the guardian

carry the burden

brew the molotov cocktail

in the cauldron 

you are looking tired

your hair is full of white

and the strands of it 

are falling around you 

like rain 

it is time 

to run away

to where the trees stand 

like a forest of spears

between you and the darkness

and the leaves

have made your bed ready

where the quiet 

of the snow 

folds about you like wings

you will find 

rest.