In your black hole, I find my solace
walking backwards, tracing walls of the cave
leaves crunch underfoot, I strain to hear your footsteps
the last ray of sunlight fades with the evening embers

In your black hole, you'll find my bluebird
she sings, dances, flutters and cries
poisoned ivy sear her songs of mirth
sonnets of longing in the cold moonlight

In your black hole, there lies my gift
anticipation, trepidation, my fingers reach out
wrapped up in memories, tattered and creased
A carousel of lies and counterfeit smiles