All too fickle, quick and glossy
As the silent and raging tide
Blinking at me like a twinkling planet
Like Mercury,
I’m convinced you exist
Though to see him bare
Would be to nearly miss it
Heavy handed is the reckless tongue,
All too rare is the fire
Able to weld two jagged, mangled pieces
Undeserved and virginal is the prayer
Making them one

I’ve no body of ivory or pearls,
Even then,
I would blend into the blankness created
So seamlessly painted
If not to give you faith,
These pages upon pages
Are soaked violet in vain

Finally, I hold close to me
That I do not know why the stars flicker in and out
Before going dark once again
They are beautiful still