Strings of starlight fall lightly
onto tired eyes that gaze in solitude
with only the wind for a companion
whistling gently through the cracked crimson gold leaves of autumn
that drift quietly
onto frost bitten ground.
And in the shadows lay
our bones that are no longer lost
only broken.
wary glances are what crack the night sky
which dances in a cold and distant light
and my soul is suddenly full
of tears
once
again.
feeling like the ocean each night
as I seep salt water onto wrinkled cheeks
worn down by the soft pounding
of ragged waves
which toss the broken bits of my
heart as they would
shattered shells.
Rolling into the grit of the wild movement
I succumb to the sadness pulling
at my limbs
flooding my lids which droop,
weary from so many tears.
And yet
he still
pulls at my tides
and I wish, with storms battering my insides, that this
feeling will cease
because I am worn and heartsick
from this never ending crashing of waves
eroding my body with their insidious
pain.