As ripples brush upon the rocky reef
your eyes swallowing the light of each star,
cascading lines of deep ebony mar,
subversive painters showcasing your grief.

Wings never clipped, but promises unkept
tore your heart from you, hung out not to dry
but sadly to, instead, be crucified.
Cornered at last, in helplessness, content.

You were never abandoned by heaven;
all the sadder that they just didn't care
like a storm rolling upon a fledgling.
An apology too much concession
I felt no satisfaction nor despair,
indigo tides at your neck now welling.