For want of a sunrise
My mind wakes so sadly
At night, when the world
Lies bright in hard clarity;
Staring, staring – and seeing
Right through me. Enough
Of silence, the wind wails and
Screams with fury. At me. Blackening -
I wait,
gaze, while my glassy
hope gets polished,
catching a
flicker
Of some lacklustre blaze
Behind me;
With ravenous greed glows
The sky; a garish smile
Glares through dancing curtains,
dusted with sparkling
diamonds of time, as dawn
breaks her teeth, she glints
without sunlight,
a gash of grey upon
the wintery haze beneath.
I should still be asleep.
Instead, the rain fills me, spills
from sudden clouds
of bloodied red;
with nothing but burning
and stillness -
the world might be dead.