the stars speak in eager whispers the clown in the painting a tear falls from it's eyes flooding the world no longer is there living below the gleaming stars that blink with unknown assurness what is it they imagine? Is there more than Luna? when she speaks the whole world lies dormant only those who stand her voice bawl out before her can I be one of her children? my Sun I cannot bear waking before his bright reaching hands a walking corpse I relfect Do I need no other reason? sadness he's surrveyed reaching out from the frame now missing in the glasswork I have no other reason no will to wake from suffocation he is gone, it is gone no sadness do I hold no emotion, no soul
Aeolith · Sun Nov 18, 2007 @ 07:14am · 0 Comments |