Fading Stars
This amber sky misted with periwinkle,
Daydreams close their eyes and grow,
These stars fade like the air we breathe,
Beyond my hopes of wishes yet seen,
Inside the stars will surely still shine,
Brighter than our lives do despite the time,
For pleasant evenings spent on mezzanine,
Catching snowflakes in wide open hands,
Times before the thunders fell and shattered,
Pieces and parts of potential now lost,
All this paper on the walls and cabinets,
So much splattered ink on my fingertips,
Our hands are noir with plight and loss,
But before this broken caravan stalled,
The air was so clear so clear so clean,
And a sliver of hope meant more than this,
No amounts of rain can wash away dread,
Though we will let it soak in deeper,
All these little implosions combine to bloom,
A particle cloud of mist, tears, hopes, and hate,
And we can stand there waiting for the world,
The whole of everything beyond who we are,
Or will ever stand to become even still,
As something bigger or smaller than the rest,
Because the whole world is my family,
And everyone is the black sheep,
But here fleeced in snowfall pure enough to blink,
And upon opening eyes a new day breaks,
One of shadowless victories and chances,
And more than a heart-full of love.
Copyright © David A. Cain | Year Posted 2015
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