Saturday, March 2, 2019


I clap for the Sun as it waits beneath the rain
Through the shedding sorrow is a beacon of Hope

Unseen. These eyes who no longer feel the sun’s warmth
Wearing loneliness like a black veil, deeply cloaked

Unswept are sands rooted in muddied waters
Stillness of her breath, uneasy pretence of calm

Thick, wagging tongues lolling and spewing their hatred
Mourn the death of light for she is forever gone

In silent winds you can smell the scent of past bloom
This dance of longing and make-believe, she is free

Embrace this day. Spread your wings, let your spirit fly
Forgive us our sins my darling, for you we weep


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