Shaded Heart

Autumn sky reveals
that crisp red reality
of life lost in love.

A billion stars shine
with endless beauty and grace,
but you are the sky.

A violet sun shines deeply
revealing a heart of grey
that trades alcohol for oxygen
and chemicals for this blue blood.

Sadness marks my every breath,
and my seared lips speak only fear.
Blackened thoughts fill my mind;
these swollen eyes shed hope.

My skin knows no lover’s touch
and no siren songs ring these ears.
A dull moon rises in an empty sky,
signaling now the final hour.

The subtle sound of sleep awakens me
Immersed in frozen thatches of darkness
Your name glides upon the whispers of the night
And illuminates my thoughts with you

A sigh escapes quietly into the night
And rests upon the frame of your photograph
I persuade my finger across the glass
And recede at its empty texture

I see you now amidst the heavens
Blazoned across the morning sky
An angel of this golden firmament
Shining down your endless beauty

I awake to a day gone bad
The bitter morning calls to arms
But I set out completely defenseless
Vulnerable to the toils of Fate

The dawn bleeds into the sky
As my life pulls out in front of me
The burned rubber and broken glass
Sound the end of my seeing of you

Your face it sank in my eyes
It was everything I needed to see
I was ready to die at that moment
Knowing I still had your love

Life begins to reveal its irony
But I’m praising that life isn’t fair
I know if I got what was coming
I never could have touched your lips again

The daytime high begins to crash
Waves breaking coldly on the shore
The moon casts its deathly shadow
A grim relief of its former self

The smoke consumes the arid sky
And the hours trickle down my face
Distilled by a natural fate
That solidifies a truth well kept

The scornful wind plunders the trees
Explosions litter the atmosphere
Streams of justice take revenge
A fire destroys inadvertently

Soon the suppression lifts
The moon reveals itself to the sky
The day now silently breaking
Behold the irony of love

The darkness enshrouds me
like a warm blanket in winter
or the thought of fear among the fearful.
The darkness soothes me
like a thousand singing sirens
or a lover’s hand upon my beaten face.
The darkness conceals me
like the night hides the sun
or my deepest inner secrets held.
The darkness welcomes me
like an inn to the lost traveler
or a mother’s knowing embrace.
The darkness contains me
like the sky holds its stars,
or the man who keeps his soul.
The darkness is a place I’ve found;
a place I shall never leave.