Drops of sunshine,
infinitesimally bound
between,
underneath,
or possibly behind
our world of flesh and dreams.
Perhaps a combination of the 3,
or perhaps none at all.
Lost in translation,
a broken language
no longer spoken -
tucked away
in a world inconceivable to our hearts
but home to our souls.

On my knees,
praying shade from the light,
only to find
the moon’s glare a sullen sight.
The twilight lasting
only the beat of a heart,
the colors raging fire
upon our soul dance’s start.
Now the moonshine casts shadows
of a waning heart to rage,
the beauty locked in the sunlight,
trapped within horizon’s cage.
The moon’s yellow shine
reminiscent of the sun,
the reflection of what was
once a dawn you begun.

Surrendered to a fading cry,
a call to you across the sky,
echoes bound between the stars,
the static left to wonder why.
When barely heard, a whisper sings,
a stolen song the calling brings,
a sullen heart to rage again
when the world’s end dawns the final spring.

Curled up alone
and shaded in the night -
the glare illuminates
a soul’s broken might.
It reaches my corner,
a sullen mind’s keep -
just enough light
to pull me from sleep.

Written on the tombstone head
the letters drip with red -
light and dark
have fallen stark,
the blinds made out of lead.
Squares of ink,
blood in the sink,
all prayers have been said -
laying on
a field of song,
her wishes have been fed.

Broken pieces scattered,
a restless heart in tatters -
the fire raging in my soul
only left my body shattered.

Where have you gone?
Don’t you miss
my whispers of hope,
my desperate attempts
to empty my contents
into your vacant heart?
Let your pleas fall unheard
into my hollow body,
let your tears fill
what’s left of me.
Don’t you miss
the salvation I offer you?