They war with truth
They shatter souls
These Rising beasts
Of lores once told
Be them mighty
Be them bold
As Darkness sings
And darkness folds
Unearthed in pits
Planets old
Apes and imps
These barren souls
Bedtime frights
In Hallows told
Entreat upon us
Brutally bold
To curse us all
In evenings fold
Satan foretold
The demons stole
On nights of old
Poor shattered souls

Caste in constellations
Borne from baby’s breath
The night sky
It’s birthed our death
Once solace stained
It’s tainted now
It echoes the broken dreams
Of my lovers vows
His intonation
Once my lullaby
Rumbles now in silence
When the moon is high
Cinders in constellations
All but disappeared
Were noted in the novas
Skylights in the night sky
Whisper to the world
“The lovers were once here”

It’s been a couple hours
I finally convinced myself I’m breathing.
I overdosed on my anxiety
But my hearts back to even beating.

I’m focus on forward
Steady chanting in my head
The next minute the next hour
The next day that lies ahead.

Loves a tricky fickle thing
It’s sense of humor gone awry
Hopes a tricky fickle thing
Birthed on a bed of lies

I think I might be breathing
It’s been a couple seconds more
I met our future daughter
In never-was and never-more

She smiles at me blindly
Searches my arm for your dear hand
I can’t bring myself to tell her
I just don’t think she’d understand.

He was just a broken dream
I wrote beautifully
The hope in me
Turned artistry
Emptied for ink
We died blissfully.

She will be
Pint sized with bright eyes
Aphrodite in disguise
She will be
A sunrise but
Emphasized
Supernovas fragmentized
See those blue eyes
Will speak of souls wise
A prophecy italicized
My love for her father immortalized
In the rays of her eyes
In the tilt of her smile

I’ve spent a lifetime avoiding equating happiness to a person.
How now am I to deny the victory my loneliness revels in at the baratone in his voice?
The secret smiles that are ever too known by his stare because he looks at me like I am an answer.
In brevity he is grace, sculptor of dreams, in brevity he is a little bit of everything.
How do I reconcile that I’ve sown into my skin, an inch for every encounter, and now I am more him that I’ve ever been me.

Cosmically chosen
Fated sisters woven
Read in stars, bred in sky’s
Red ties, intwined
Soul achingly his,
Purposefully mine.