Encased castles wouldn’t hear
what might have been
or a promise of immediate loss.
When thank you becomes like raindrops
falling from the cost.
So I will say
the sun forever rises
because it was torn away
from the bones of an amber moon.
Until the day my face is woven
into what is mine, just not too soon.
Just think about what you do
when you want to be alone,
of course not because
you are broken.
Let it go and become framed
with the tears of a family unspoken.
Reflect what is understood
and let it go
like a language of chills
contained in every second of surprise.
Then thunder from those encased castles
can be seen in my eyes.