4.

Living on loves
edge had
sharpened
you
Turning you into
a knife
that could
carve words
Translating them
into a language of
weapons

My voice once
sang your name
in a melody
written by God

Dull and out
of tune

As you become
a stranger on
my lips

I once was the
morning sun
light
passing through
white curtains

I once was the
kiss on bare
skin
lost between
satin sheets

I once saw in
your eyes
new horizons
rising from the
curves of my
smiles

I watched as
your
shining eyes
disappeared
as the Devils
eclipse
came to claim

Now I wait in
faith for
love to make its
way home