A silent afternoon, and a quiet, shattered tune.
A heavenward glance, as seven birds dance.
Perched on the sun, searching for someone,
like fading stars and waiting arms.
My dreams and my sins are like leaves to the wind.
These aches and tremors, mistakes and errors—
they haunt and they blind me, they watch and they bind me.
Then my eyes find you—thy light shines through.
The sky is frozen, your eyes have stolen
the mysteries of the moon—two wintery lagoons.
Silky hair and sorrowed words, guilty prayers, hollowed and slurred.
The ruins of your smile, illumined, yet defiled.
October’s ghost in bloom, overdosed on gloom.
Eden bends at the streams, beacons blend at the seams.
Where crystal tears fall, when wistful years call,
Celestial sparks fly, ancestral harps chime.
A silent, setting sun; a dying wedding done.
A lullaby of grief and loss nullifies the fear and frost.
A heavenward glance, the seventh bird’s chance.
A sobered rose entombed, October’s ghost in bloom.
