Underneath fractured rainfall a shadow remains of the person you used to be Your thoughts fly among the doves having escaped steel cages of clouded silence and comes gentle rain, washing away the unforgiving cold
As your dreams pour out of your voice
A continuation of my previous piece "The Miseries of Healing"
How does your desire to heal foreign wounds translate into open skies of flaming reds and solemn blues ready to soak up all the rain that drizzles on the frontlines you’ve carved along the horizon of pain still unspoken for
Moon sailor, you watch pensively, Hoping to catch sight of the evening moon Lost at sea, your heart searches for a lighthouse to guide you back home, But clouds wash out your bones As you make your abode in the sky....
You look down at the cracks in your hand brushing them through hairs of silver moonlight in your eyes, time has made its abode and your gentle speech now informed by a thousand spoken words
You anxiously anticipate evening restlessness feeling the pain of resilience deep in your bones but dying fires from the sunset sky cool your eyes and a horizon line is sewn into your heart where blazing sunset colours go to rest after evening blues wash the sky and leave behind droplets of stars you fall asleep - dreaming of hope
Rose tears cover the sky a blanket of snow rests on the surface and the sun hides behind blushing clouds morning comes waving letters written by golden moments infused with memories of the past and comes hope,