Zephyrs and Sun Shards

A poem, yet more like a collage of imagery. And, isn't that what a poem is anyway?

Somewhere within
Twisting and turning
Calling and churning

Blowing around you in calm blasts of breeze
And shining in your eyes, flakes of ash and corona
Broken ice, colder than the touch of the heartless
Frozen mind, louder than the voice of the banshee
Slithering across your skin, snakes of solid sound
And sinking into you like water into the soil
Licking flames, descending sphere of fire from the sky
Surrounding you, the plasma caresses your very inside

Somewhere within
Falling and seething
Living and breathing

Zephyrs and sun shards cut their lines in the fabric of time
And sizzling on your skin the flames of treachery consume
Lost somewhere, hotter than the hands of consequence
Reaching rot, the weeds drain all the life away from the promise
Through the shutters and chambers of the hollow heart
Seeping in to disease the core of a new day and word and sky
Demented window, light goes through clear and comes out muddy
Pillows of wind, zephyrs and sun shards, emptiness is illusion