The funeral portrait

You wait by the window Morning's breath on the sill Idle hands given another try So you wait and you savour the moment Outside the canvas turned white Ruby eyes in the fog Rain washing clean all the sins A liquid gown that covers all Your loathe turns endless Opened mirage soothes your sense Locked on the pinnacle The best secret within Like a derelict child Heart burning for a stranger Ascending to the meek Flock round the liars in awe Caked in the soil beneath Fear me when we meet Turn away in admiration My firm grip round the nucleus of joy Enough of this You will leave me now You will see it now Perish at my hands Close to you Tangled up in hair Fresh stigma look Shall I take you with me And it is cold Ruby eyes in the fog It is me And you are just like them all Stained by the names of fathers I'm greeting my downward fall Leaving the throes to others