A rose for Epona

Alone
silence ringing
vibrating eardrums beating
drowning out any decent thought process.
Eyes widening slowly
breath frosting
alone.

My head is scattered marbles
pattern recognition persistently fails
So I wait at latitude
whilst you dance on longitude
forever a heartbeat ahead of me
we are a snow crash in an avalanches underbelly
the eye of any storm that rages .

Paths would need to cross
a prayer offered to a goddess
maybe a gift?
A rose for Epona
offspring deserving a chance in life
to walk a longer path than our own
yet discovery and history proves
that by reuniting the fleet that is our characterization
can only lead to knives exchanging hands
as I found written on a steamed window
your favourite haiku.

"Thy art is murder
your rose wilts by your touching
death follows anger."