As daylight fades into a
darkened eve
Time drifts
aimlessly—in search of recovery
Distinct varieties of
transients and ne’er-do-wells approach, commingling about—a myriad of
deceptions adroitly portrayed
Fall into the arms of
fireflies
Flutter
Above horizon’s lit
Embrace
The variance in the stars
Blinking
As sapphires glimmer
among the endless seas
Reflections
Unveil the minions of
tragedy kept
Amidst
A skyline of
sundrenched scars
Eyes, once alive, quietly weep
As hours mask what
lies beyond, take
Comfort in the
sheltering caress of the dawn to come
The rogue’s gallery
cannot see you. Alleviate your fears.
You are safe, for there are plenty of those without.
To occupy their gaze
is an emanation from within. The
vibrancy of guilt is hereditary and you feel it must be claimed.
You cannot escape
yourself. You choose not to. You feel safe amongst a violent sky, despite
disgrace consuming whole.
You kneel atop the
moistened earth, hands clasped, eyes aimed high, wondering why you must be such
a case.
Yet, after prayers
complete, I spy you from my pane, as you live amongst the dark beyond, and
crave the night the same.
Soon thereafter I do
too.
