Red for the blood dripping from a vein
White for the sheets that cover the dead
Blue for the visible beyond that is the sky

For every drop of red silk that
Glitters in the sun
One is a step closer to freedom
From the blood that ties us
To its fiery core

For every pure cotton cloth that
Shadows over the deceased
One has risen halfway,
Breaking their ties
With the underground deep below

For every new light
Borne from the dreamy blue sky
One has earned their freedom
From their mundane, mortal body

No longer held down by hunger
No longer held by thirst
No longer needing shelter
No longer needing clothing

Freedom from Earth
Comes in shades of
Red, white, and blue

Fervorous rain did
Clothe land with thick water sheets;
Clinging and stifling.

If we poets are sad
No tears fall from our eyes
Words fall from our hearts
That brings the blank sheet
And the pen in hand to life
They know how we poets feel
Because they were always
In good and bad days there
Like best friends for life.

our sheets rustle
as the leaves do tonight

Silence lays between us with a hand on each mouth
intensifying the Words left unspoken,
the Words that simmer above my head
(unreachable, unattainable)
for too much was already said

and i hope you know,
that i would still buy you the shimmering stars,
the moon that shone on your face that night
(that night where we kissed and we laughed at nothing)
if only you'd touch me as the wind does the leaves

When you mistake bugs
crawling on a white, blank sheet
for ink blots, or dark stains,

It's just like when the stars
you see in the pitch black sky
move, and turn into planes.