Break the hush
Son of moon,
Lover of sun eternal.
Have you lost your cloth
When the night fell?                    
You let it be stolen
And the earth grieves
For what you has and had.

You finally dug the sunshine
From the heap of ancient rain.
But why does the sky weep again?
Both inner and outer shade of yours
Are frozen gray photos of each day.

Screaming whispers say
You have known your nakedness
Like a childhood story rediscovered.
Brought emancipation on to your mind’s stretch
And an exile to the magnitude of your senses.
The void gave bleeding to awareness
And knowledge to a deeper need.

It was long been admitted,
You search every pieces of his broken mirror
To each face, to every tale and to each morning.
And at night you call the letters he owns
But no one came as you become a living decay
Where everything grows as his reminder.

You know that sun lives in an ephemeral sky
On the ground where your pain is felt.
But it only exists as eternal to a latent corner
Of your head where joy is kept.
But if you trace it back to earth,
It is some faded forgotten painting,
Yet, a deeply etched detail on the other side.