Chasing bullets

On the cliff 
where all sounds sleep
echo of mountain air
swoops ocean tides
howling patrolling
hungry eyes
be the wolf
seeking blood, bones
or the corpse
eaten devolved 
a whisk of flesh
torn to death
sacred life        
a storm
run from or run to
spinning electric force
turns thundering wheels
to be with the dream mist
lingers by feet of forest
sips crystal dews of green
vacant and distant
soft snoozing drips
like forgotten tears
here it comes
strayed notions
restless hunt
burnt for victory
once aimed
no longer living
object, amusement
any target
for chasing bullets
shot of eager spear
a blast of darkness
warm flood of life flaunts over
heart beating faintly in memories
of closing steps shadowing
in the eyes with all fire
melts drops by cold ice
my beloved sighed
cried in light so dim
a spark of time flew        
was it all but a dream
why his hands are so cold
the shore is further
sing songs of love
it is frail but sure
if you listen ..